#jensen x niece!reader

[mlovesstories]

Coughing and Spilling the Tea

Summary: Jensen’s daughter knows something he doesn’t.  And she can’t wait to tell him.  

Words: None

Warnings: none

“Dad!” YN yelled for Jensen.  “I have something to tell you!” She grinned as he walked into the living room.  

“Can’t talk! Emergency at the brewery!” He called behind him as he stepped through the garage door.  “Talk later!” 

“Ungh.” YN sighed in disappointment.  “Whatever.” 

“So, what’s the big news? I’m here, you can tell me!” Jared walked in and sat down next to her on the couch.  

“Hi!” YN gasped.  “Were you charmed into hanging out with me tonight?” YN laughed.  

“I wanted to.  Haven’t seen my little punk in a while.”

“I saw you yesterday.” YN tilted her head in curiosity.  

“You know what I mean.  Just me and you.”

“Oh! In that case, can we pig out on pizza and ice cream and watch terrible movies please?  Is he going to be gone for a while?” Her face went from excitement to sadness quickly.  

“It may be a while.  You tell me your good news and then I will answer your question,” he winked.  “I won’t tell your dad, promise.” 

“I heard that Danneel Harris was working on a project in Austin, and she wants to “cross paths” with my dad!  OOOOOOoooo!” YN giggled.  

Jared rolled his eyes.  

“And where did you hear that?” 

“So you have heard it too!” YN gasped.  

“For the record, no, I had not heard that.”

“You know how it is here.  Plus- the kids I go to school with are all famous people and who are in town since their parents seem to have connections and know everyone.”

“You want them to date,” Jared sighed.  “Look-”

“Yes, I want them to date.  I’ve met her, and she is nice! They would get along great! Gen knows her, right? I’m going to go ask her what she thinks.” 

“Nope, you’re staying right here.” Jared put his foot between her and the pathway to the door.  “We have pizza to order and a movie to watch.” 

YN’s face fell. 

“Gen is having a self-care night anyway.  She’s had a long week.  You can ask her later.” 

His niece grumbled and sat back down.  

“Fine,” she huffed.  

After an evening of fun activities, Jensen was still not home.  Jared spent the night at the Ackles’ home because of it.  

“I’m fourteen!  I’ll be fine!  Plus, you guys live next door, and I have my radio you gave me.” 

She dangled the two-way radio in front of him.

“I told your dad I would.  It’s fine.” 

During the night, he heard her coughing from her room.  

“Hey, you okay?” He knocked lightly and slowly opened the door. 

“Yeah,” YN rasped.  

He walked closer to her as she coughed again.  

Jared felt her forehead.  

“Yikes,” he hummed to himself.  “Where is the humidifier? Take off all those blankets, it will help with your fever.” 

“I don’t have a fever.” YN turned away from him.  “I’m fine.” 

“Wrong answer.  Let’s go, chop, chop.” 

“The humidifier is in the hall closet.” YN coughed again. 

“I’ll be right back.” Jared walked out of her room.  

He heard her groan and cough all night long.  The next morning, her dad was asleep in his room, but Jared was still on high alert for what she needed.  

“Your dad got home super late last night.  He’s resting.  Would you like met to get you some tea?” 

YN sat up in her bed.  

“That would be great,” she whispered.  

YN heard the sound of voices chatting from the kitchen.  

Dad’s awake.  And home.  

YN smiled to herself. 

“Here,” Jared slowly handed her a coffee mug with Sam Winchester on it.  

“Of course you would choose that one,” YN grinned before turning away and coughing.  

“I’m going to go home and have breakfast with Gen.  Feel better,” he kissed the top of her head and exited the room.  

A few minutes later, her dad rushed in with a wrinkled forehead and jaw clenched. 

“Jared said you wanted to spill the tea! Why would you do that? It would make a mess and leave a stain!” Jensen crossed his arms and stood tall.  

YN’s eyebrows scrunched as she tried to figure out what he was saying.  

“I’m drinking the tea because my throat hurts.  I have no reason to spill the-” YN giggled.  “OH! It’s a saying, you weirdo!  It means gossip!” 

A look of relief washed over him.  He pulled a chair close to her bed.  

“And what’s that?” 

“Your new girlfriend is shooting a movie here! I heard she wants to hang out with you while she is here.” 

“Who?” Jensen sat up, confused.  

“Danneel!” 

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omg not me freaking out that i am part of the group that gets bait gifs! FRIENDS!!!!!!! i'm fine. i'm chill. don't leave me!

This took me a minute to figure out what I wanted Sir Dorksalot to have done that was sketchy enough to have him make this face...

Watch The Fish, Jake Jensen x reader headcanon wholeass fic in bullet format because my god this got long

Warnings for mentions of masturbation and porn, accidental then totally intentional voyeurism, awkward and oblivious!Jake--so just Jake, yeah?--and smutty implications...

🥹 roommates to lovers 😊

you rent a pretty large house maybe even with one or two others at first, but they move out

jake has to use it as a crashpad sometimes because he'll be away for so long at a time, but he pays rent and the entire electrical & internet bill no matter what

you keep a fish tank in the living room

after jake comes back from months in hiding abroad away, he gets so excited to be home and spend time with his niece that he hosts an after-game pizza party for her soccer team

someone practices headbutting the ball inside and nearly topples the tank

jake catches the whole thing with his broad arm-span and a decent amount of strength just in time when it wobbles the whole table beneath it. his heart nearly stopped, and he's so grateful the glass didn't break. thank god you weren't home.

however, you insist on moving the fish to your room instead once he tells you.

jake's a little sad to see them go. he pouts so much you decide to take pity on him, buying a web cam to mount beside the tank so jake can watch them whenever he wants. he loves to do voices for each one, personalities, soap-opera-like dramatic storylines, the works

as an aside you ask him if the sound can be turned off on the camera. jake says yeah but he mostly means he can turn it to mute on his computer.

which he does, for the record, but he has to remember to do it each time he pulls up the feed of da fishies. honestly, half the time he's wearing headphones and the other half you aren't home while he puts the Marauders (because there's just one fat one) onto his third monitor for background.

so he forgets that the sound is on and a thing he might need to avoid

weeks later, maybe months, jake finally removes his headphones after a very long stint of coding, completely unaware of what time it is and that you are home in your room

at first, jake is dead convinced that some porn ad has popped up in a window behind his work, something he would go apeshit about and ransomware bomb the shit out of whoever wrote such slippery spam

the fish are peaceful as ever, blooping away whilst jake frantically closes program after program trying to find the hot chick moaning on his desktop...until it's all closed and the buzzing remains though his tower's fan stopped...then the squelching noise starts

jake is frozen in place, looking away from the fish like they're the damn problem, but he doesn't cut the feed

he...he shouldn't

he should turn it off or just mute it like he promised

and he tries

he tries really hard, gang

it's the cursor's fault that it hits the command to send the audio to his bluetooth headphones instead of mute

and he sets the headphones down on the keyboard, gnawing on his bottom lip and watching his closed bedroom door in anticipation of...getting caught, maybe? he's not sure

he watches the fish putter around like it's no big deal

which it isn't, right?

you're human. he's human. humans have urges. they touch themselves--they touch each other, too--and there's no harm in that. if anything...jake encourages it, or he would...if you knew that he knew about this

the noises are so faint from the itty bitty speakers two feet from his face, but he doesn't pick them up, still debating what to do

because there's a big difference between what jake should do in this situation and what he wants to do

he mutes audio and then cuts off the livestream

at least, that's what he did the first time it happened

he knows he's a perv. jake can't help it.

it becomes a game of sorts. it's like practice recon for learning a target's routine. not that jake needs practice at the job he already fucking has but that's how his brain justifies laying on his own bed in the glow of the fish tank feed with his headphones turned way up

he knows your bed is on the other side of your room from when he moved the fish tank in

he knows what your underwear look like from the laundry room downstairs

he knows what you smell like from the shared bathroom and the products lining your shelf

he now knows there's a bottle of toy cleaner in one of your sink drawers

and he shouldn't but he absolutely touches himself listening to you, fists himself when you're fucking a toy he imagines six-shapes-to-Sunday, teases himself when all you're doing is breathing softly from across the whole house and he's cold and covered in cum by the end

to be fair, jake hates himself because of all this, but he is now mildly addicted

he doesn't even exit out of the livestream anymore. it just stays up on his monitor like a screensaver, but he doesn't realize that once he takes his headphones out of range, the audio transfers to his speakers again

so jake goes on a mission for a few days, and at some point while you are cleaning up your room, playing music, you find two pairs of jake's socks in your load of clean laundry and go to toss them in his room...where the same music you're listening to way down the hall is playing...in sync...

you're horrified and then embarrassed and then quickly realized it might mean nothing

you have to test if it means something

jake returns from his mission on complete autopilot

just so damn tired

throws down his duffle on top of some socks he doesn't remember leaving out and just hits the shower for a long, long time

he hasn't talked to you yet

he hasn't even seen you except your car is home and your door is shut

he goes about his business

the volume on his speakers isn't high but he hears you speaking and assumes you're on the phone

he pays it no mind. he is glad to be home, glad you're fine since he's just been in a part of the world where most people are not safe.

in a weird sort of way, he feels he's earned the mundane sort of comfort that comes from "the same ol'" of this house

he's wiped out, so he crawls into bed with his headphones immediately, hair barely toweled dry, not bothering with boxers because...why make more laundry?

and then the worst thing happens

there's a man's voice coming through his headphones, and jake scowls in frustration and rage

did you go and get a fucking boyfriend? in a couple of days? or goddamnit is this some tinder shit in his home right now?

but it only gets worse

he can hardly contain himself, what with the gagging sounds and this dude telling you to take it like the whore you are, and JAKE WILL LITERALLY BURN THIS PLACE DOWN

now his ass is putting on clothes

now his ass is ready to riot

the sex gets more and more degrading; spanking noises and even choking, but not in a seemingly consensual way, which is when jake rips his headphones off, storms down the hall and barrels straight through your bedroom door

where...you...aren't

no one is. no you. no man.

just your laptop sitting on your desk near the fish tank, playing the money shot of a porn video he was just listening to

get the fuck out. get out. get out. his brain screams, and he bolts

he makes it three feet before stopping short

you're standing at the top of the stairs, a bowl of ice cream in hand, licking the spoon unbelievably slowly with your whole tongue

you're fucked. you're fucked. you're fucked. his brain adds helpfully.

"hey, jakey," you say with a smile. "whatcha doing?"

A/N: this cat is officially my reaction to pretty much everything because...well...it's very accurate.

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[witchywithwhiskey]

first christmas with trucker jake jensen

pairing: trucker!jake jensen x former sex worker!female reader

summary: jake makes your first christmas together special by surprising you with some christmas decorations and asking for your help decorating his tree, which brings the two of you closer in new ways.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, painful childhood memories, some angst/crying, fluff, jake jensen is a christmas menace

word count: 1.7k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? i wasn't going to write a lot, but, uh, well i did so i hope y'all enjoy some christmas fluff/smut/angst with trucker Jake!! i really enjoyed digging into his and reader's backstories!

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Ok so here’s the thing: trucker Jake Jensen LOVES Christmas. (Honestly, you’d be hard-pressed to convince me this isn’t true to canon Jake Jensen—he just seems like the kind of guy who’d love Christmas!) 

I imagine Jake didn’t have the best childhood. Maybe he had some really magical Christmases when he was very little, but then his parents became absent or they died when he was still pretty young, or a mixture of the two. His parents not being around is why he’s so close to his sister and niece, and why family is important to him.

But I digress. The point is, I think Jake had a lot of lackluster Christmases, and he realized that if he wanted Christmas cheer in his life, he was going to have to be the one to make it. And boy does he.

Now, I should also mention that I think Jake’s reader had a similar childhood experience. You grew up with cold, sparse Christmases—maybe your parent/parents would get a tree but it was fake and pre-lit and they’d only decorate it with generic decorations. 

All the homemade ornaments you brought home from school might’ve been hung up on the tree that year, but your parents would toss them when putting everything away and you’d have to dig them out of the trash. Eventually, you stopped giving them to your parents and kept them in a shoebox under your bed. You’ve kept the box, but never hung them up.

Unlike Jake, you stuck with what was comfortable because it was what you’d always known, so you weren’t very big on decorating for Christmas. Most years, you wouldn’t even get a tree. 

You’d always figure you’d get one when you got a day off from Diesel Dolls, but then you’d spend your days off relaxing and not wanting to go through the process of getting a tree, lugging it back to your apartment alone, and then decorating it. 

All this is to say, you’re not the type to even think about asking Jake if you can decorate the inside of his rig for the holidays. But that’s ok, because he’s way ahead of you.

Early in November—so early, you’re not even thinking about Christmas yet—Jake gets a motel room for the night. This isn’t out of the ordinary, he likes to get a room when the both of you are craving a shower and some sex in a real bed.

That night, Jake fucks you to sleep. Literally. He makes you come so much, you pass out and are snoring softly before he can even grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to clean you up. 

Jake watches you sleep for a little while (it’s cute, not creepy, I swear), but when he tries to doze off himself, he can’t. He’s heard the stories about your austere childhood Christmases and he’s determined to bring you some Christmas magic.

So while you sleep, he pulls out the boxes and boxes and boxes of Christmas decorations he keeps in the storage of his rig. He spends all night stringing lights and hanging garlands and other decorations until the front seats and the bunk in the back are so stuffed, there’s barely room to sit, let alone move around.

It’s all worth it for the expression on your face when you see what he’s done, though. The way your eyes light up with surprise and delight and even a touch of wonder. It’s more Christmas than you’ve ever seen before crammed into the small space of his rig and you… love it. 

You love it more than you ever thought possible and you’re speechless as you climb up into the rig and flop into the driver’s seat, your eyes greedily looking around at all the decorations while your mouth hangs open in surprise. 

There’s even a little plastic Christmas tree fixed to the dashboard, tiny little lights twinkling. It’s all so perfect, so wonderful, that you don’t know what to say.

“Do you… like it?” Jake asks tentatively, his hands on either side of the open door, one foot on the step up into the rig, while he watches you taking it all in. He thought he’d read you right, that you’d enjoy some Christmas cheer, but he’s beginning to worry he’d been wrong.

Unable to find the words for how you feel, you turn back to Jake with tears in your eyes and you practically tackle him, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you kiss him hard. He stumbles back a step into the parking lot of the motel, his arms bracing you against his chest while he kisses you back.

Jake turns to walk you backward into the motel room, but you make a sound of protest. Kissing his stupidly handsome face—including the goatee you love so much—and knocking his glasses a little askew, you drag him back into the rig, impatiently waiting while he closes and locks the door behind you. Then you haul him into the bunk in the back until he covers your body with his own.

Quickly, the two of you tear your clothes off, and when Jake slides inside you, filling you up perfectly the way that only he can, you feel like your heart grows two sizes. You’re so happy, tears slip from your eyes and slide down your temples into your hair while Jake coos at you and kisses the tears from your skin. 

“Don’t cry, kitten, I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he murmurs in your ear, his hips working you open with his cock until you’re moaning more than you’re crying. You can’t even find the words to tell him they’re happy tears, you just cling to him and hold him tight in your arms.

Jake fucks you slow and sweet in his rig while you’re surrounded by a ridiculous amount of Christmas decorations—so much that when Jake hikes your thigh up around his hip, you accidentally kick some loose. But Jake doesn’t care enough to stop, filling you over and over again in a steady rhythm that drives you wild, pleasure coiling in your core.

He makes you come while a fallen garland tangles around your entwined legs, the snowflakes he’s hung from the ceiling swaying with the force of his thrusting. And then he tumbles over the edge after you, filling you up with his come and holding you close as you catch your breath together.

You laugh at the mess the two of you have made of his decorations and he chuckles right along with you, telling you he’ll fix them before you get back on the road. You snuggle into him and thank him for the early Christmas present.

But you have no idea what else Jake has in store for you because, like I said, he LOVES Christmas.

I imagine Jake has a house somewhere deep in the Rocky Mountains, high enough that there’s guaranteed to be snow at Christmas. It’s so remote, in fact, that there wouldn’t be any service or cable if not for the robust satellite setup he has. 

Your first Christmas together, he takes you to his house and pulls the same trick he did with the truck rig, where he decorates the house to the max while you’re asleep. (It isn’t uncommon for Jake to go a couple days without sleeping. He used to be in the military and it fucked with his ability to maintain a normal routine, which is why he enjoys the freedom that comes with being a trucker.) 

The only thing Jake leaves undecorated is the tree. It’s a fresh pine he had shipped to his house, and set up in the massive living room, the tall tree taking up an entire corner by itself.

Jake makes you some coffee while you look at the decorations he’s put up and then you sit on the couch sipping it while he strings the lights on the tree. He’s focused and methodical while he works, and you can’t help but get a little turned on by the cute, determined expression on his face and the way his biceps bulge and flex.

But when he’s done, the heat that had been simmering in your core is extinguished because Jake pulls out a shoebox that looks far too familiar, and it brings up far too many painful memories. 

Jake sits down beside you, his head hanging a little like a guilty puppy while he tells you he pilfered it from your apartment the last time he was there. He catches your eye and you see the earnestness in his gaze when he asks you to tell him about all the ornaments.

When you hesitate—because you’re not sure whether to be mad at Jake for going through your things or to love him even more for remembering that you’d kep the ornaments—he pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead.

“I want to know all of you, kitten,” he says gently, tipping your face toward his so he can look into your eyes. “Even the bad parts—especially the bad parts. I want to hear about all your bad Christmas memories so I can replace them with good ones.”

By the time he’s done talking, your eyes are misty with tears and you nod, leaning in for a kiss before you take a deep, steadying breath. It helps that Jake’s arms are big and strong, his chest firm as you lean into him. Then, you open the box.

Jake listens patiently while you pull out each ornament and tell him what you remember about it, the Christmas memories you associate with it. It’s a long, difficult process, but when you’re done, you feel inexplicably lighter. 

When you look to Jake, to see his reaction, you find him with red-rimmed eyes, like he cried while you told him about your childhood Christmases. But before you can ask him about it, he captures your lips in the softest, sweetest kiss you’ve ever felt. Once he pulls away, he helps you up from the couch and, together, you hang the ornaments on the tree.

Then you spend the rest of the morning hanging up all of Jake’s tree ornaments—of which there are many—and he tells you stories about his sister and his niece. By the time you’re done, you feel filled up with Christmas cheer and you drag Jake back down onto the couch.

There, under the lights of the Christmas tree and all the decorations overflowing his mountain home, you kiss your trucker prince charming and show him how happy you are to be spending the holiday with him.

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[bigtreefest]

Marshmallow Dream

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: A rainy day can still be a good one if the right person knows how to turn it around. Jake is perfect for that.

Word count: 2,562

Content/warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY, SMUT, unhealthy eating habits, feeding a partner pizza, cockwarming, p in v sex, light nipple worship, indoor flames, what’s a word for a mixture between smut and fluff?, crying, torrential downpour, swears

A/N: Written for my 300 follower summer celebration. Prompts include: rain spoils summer outdoor plans and bonfire.

Jakey never leaves my mind. You know that. Enjoy dear hoes. I luv you. A special thanks to @stargazingfangirl18, I told you, I swear I don’t hate the CE babes😉

Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are so appreciated. Thank you for reading!!

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Today was not off to a great start. You forgot to set your alarm clock before you went to sleep last night, so you left for work late after scrambling to get into clothes you weren’t fully sure were clean. In your haste, you forgot to grab your lunch, and with endless meetings, you had no time to go out and get one at the office, either, so you were stuck with a grumbling tummy throughout the entire day, a product of not really eating breakfast, either. You didn’t drink any water, your bottle sitting empty on the corner of your desk, and hardly had the time to stretch your legs between meetings twice, but were ready to go home as soon as the clock hit the mark.

The thing was, in your marathon of work, you’d hardly looked out the window. At some point between a call with Russia and a talk with your boss, the sky had opened up. Rain poured and hit the glass in sheets. You had no idea how you hadn’t heard it thus far. It was like a monsoon, and that’s when your phone went off with the severe thunderstorm warning. Great. Just as you were ready to head home. And to top it all off, your car was at the far side of the parking lot because you got in so late today. If one more thing went wrong, you were going to combust. You just knew it.

You looked out the window one last time, gathering your things, and let out a huff. Well, fuck it. The weather report you pulled up on your phone showed no signs of stopping for the next several hours, which was a total contrast to the way it said clear skies earlier this morning. Might as well make a run for it then, before the nearby river flooded the parking lot and engulfed your car. You just needed to get home. That was it. It would be fine.

Well, it wasn’t really fine, was it? Your drive home took way longer than usual, as you passed accident after accident, causing traffic and a slow meandering pace. You would’ve rather had that instead of crazy drivers, though, who went way too fast for weather conditions like this. But every call you tried to make home to Jake failed because of the cloudy skies disrupting your signal. And then, your phone died because you forgot to charge it last night, of course.

You finally returned home an hour later on a drive that was supposed to be twenty minutes and parked in the driveway, throwing your forehead on the steering wheel. You were trying to build up the courage to go inside. It wasn’t because the rain was still pouring. Your clothes, and now your drivers seat, were already thoroughly soaked, but it was the fact that Jake’s niece was there.

She wasn’t bad, or a terror, she was actually a delight, but after the day you had, there was no way you held the energy to keep a smile on and entertain her. With a sigh, you opened the door, rushing into the house, hoping you, and your resolve, didn’t crumble from the rain.

Jake was in the kitchen stretching out pizza dough when he heard the door open. He brushed off his floury hands on his apron before untying it and hanging it on the hook, meeting you in the hall.

He’d expected you to be home awhile ago, and none of his calls and texts seemed to be going through, but he’d figured you were just running late, and apparently he was right.

The view he was met with was…out of the ordinary. You were standing there, work bag in hand, soaked clothes draping off your body, and hair matted down as your shoulders slumped. Normally, he would’ve laughed at the sight of you looking like a drowned rat, water dripping onto the floor in a puddle, and especially if it were one of his buddies, but when he caught a glimpse of your face, he came rushing towards you.

“Honey, what’s wrong?”

His hands flew to your shoulders as he checked you once over, trying to see if anything was physically wrong. You shrugged and shook your head, then tried to give off a fake smile, although it was more of a grimace, in anticipation of his niece running in your direction at any second.

“Nothing, nothing Jake. Just a long day at work, but where’s our little visitor, is she excited for a sleepover?”

You were looking over his shoulders back into the house to see if she was waiting somewhere else, but it was quiet, besides the faint music playing from the kitchen speaker.

“No, baby. The concert got rained out so my sister and her friends are staying home. So it’s just you and me tonight. And if I’m being honest, you look like you need it.”

You dragged your eyes from the floor up to meet his. His brows were pulled together in concern, bright blue irises darting all over your face from behind his glasses. At his care, you couldn’t help how you broke down.

You threw your head into this neck and sobbed as Jake pulled you closer, one hand flat and rubbing you between the shoulder blades, the other cradling the back of your head as you let it all out and told him about your day where nothing could go right.

Rain water was seeping into his clothes from yours, but that was the least of his worries right now. Jake was so sweet about it all, comforting you and whispering reassurances of active listening in your ear, holding you tight until your shoulders stopped shaking from the gasps.

“I know, I know, baby. It’s okay. You’re home now, I’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

He pulled away and put his hands on your cheeks so you could see him. “Why don’t you go take a shower. I don’t care if you strip right here, I’ll take care of it all. I’ll lay you out some dry, comfy clothes, finish up dinner, and you and me can have a nice, relaxing night together in the living room. Sound good?”

You sniffled and nodded your head, as Jake softly smiled at you and gave you a kiss on the forehead. “Atta girl. Take as long as you need to, okay? There should be plenty of hot water. You do what you gotta do. And if you need me, call my name.”

You shuffled off towards the bathroom, shucking off your clingy clothing piece by piece, leaving a sopping wet trail, as Jake got to work.

When you emerged from your shower into the steamy bathroom, a warm, plush towel and clothes were sitting on the sink. You reveled in the softness and the scent of the materials. The sweatpants and shirt laying there, folded with military precision, were Jake’s. Your favorite. You brushed your hair and slipped it on, along with a nice pair of fresh socks and padded out to the living room.

You expected to see Jake just lounging there, one of his favorite discovery shows on the TV, but you were met with something totally different. Definitely not your everyday view. The first thing to hit was was the sweet smell of tomato sauce. The next thing you noticed was the video of a crackling bonfire playing on the TV, and in your line of sight just below that was a pillow and blanket fort made out of the couch. Emerging from behind the sheet that served as the fort’s roof popped a set of frosted tips, slowly ascending, making way for your boyfriend’s smiling face.

“Hi honey, all better?”

You nodded and beamed back at him, happiness rising in your stomach, dissipating the storm clouds that had overtaken your mind all day. You waltzed around the end of the couch and over to him, when your eye caught the spread on the coffee table: fresh, homemade pizza next to a sweet-smelling lit candle and a tray with all the necessary materials for s’mores, beautifully and methodically arranged. It must’ve been what he planned to have for his niece, especially if the rain had held off enough to make a fire in the backyard, but it didn’t cheapen the gesture at all.

Your eyes began to tear up, and you pointed your gaze back to Jake, seeing his nervous and tentative demeanor. You didn’t think it was possible, but you loved him more right now than ever before. You needed him right now, more than you’d realized, so you pounced, tackling the heap of muscle into the pile of pillows scattering the living room, turned on by the domestic gesture.

Jake was taken aback, eyes wide in surprise before they fluttered shut when your lips greedily met his. He was pinned down, almost, your hips straddling him as your hands roamed everywhere, pushing up his shirt so you could tuck your fingers under the band of his underwear and sweatpants, shoving them down his thighs. You were speaking in whispers while still keeping your mouth pressed up against his.

“Thank you. It’s perfect. I love you. Need to show you.”

Jake hummed and pulled away from you as much as he could, gasping in deep breaths and watching the way your hand stroked up and down his length, already half hard from your actions. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, stopping the motion as he pressed his eyes closed and swallowed, gathering himself.

“Baby, baby, wait. Hold on. I get it, and I appreciate it so much that you wanna make me feel good, but I need to take care of you first. You need to eat.”

You whined, hand still trying to move despite his soft, yet strong hold on you. Jake let out a small huff with the little hopeful smile he gave you, but you were unrelenting.

“If you really cared about me, you’d be inside me right now, Jakey.”

His face grew into a mischievous grin. “I’m going to try and not take that as a jab at the significance of the beautiful spread I made for you, but that’s besides the point. I think we can find a compromise, honey.”

His hands stroked over the softness of your hips as he looked up at you with a raised brow. You bit your lip and leaned in for a peck, nipping at his lower lip as you retreated, relishing in the groan he unsuccessfully stifled.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Your voice was smooth and sultry, in contrast to the rough, strained words that came out of Jake next.

“Yes, baby. If you’re good, you can warm my cock while I feed you pizza, which I slaved over all day, and you and I can make some candle s’mores. And once you’ve had your fill and I decide that your soft tummy is nice and full, you have me for whatever you want. Deal?”

You tapped a finger on your lip, acting like you were contemplating the flawless offer, before nodding and leaning in for another kiss. “Deal. But I refuse to lift a finger. Gotta save my energy to ruin you.”

You didn’t miss the way Jake’s teeth gritted in restraint at that statement, but he nodded. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now open up, love.”

You didn’t miss the double entendre as he helped you to slip off your sweatpants and comfy underwear. You resettled into this lap and closed your eyes, just letting yourself feel him as his tip caught your entrance, slowly sliding in and stretching you as you did your best to release all the tension in your body to take him as deep as possible.

Four slices of pizza and some progressive squirming later, you were leaning in to kiss Jake, testing the waters with a circle of your hips. His fingertips dug into your ass as he gave you a warning glance.

“Not yet, sweetie. S’mores first?” You huffed, but assented, leaning back as he shifted forward to gather everything needed, holding the marshmallow on a small stick above the flickering flame. You made one, as well, for him so the two of you could share in having them at the same time.

The background held the sounds of rain pelting the windows, mixed with the crackling fire of the TV, while you waited for the marshmallows to toast.

Jake fed you a bite first, though, watching as a string of marshmallow pulled from between your mouth and his fingers before kicking up onto your cheek. Your eyes squinted slightly at the interesting flavor as Jake’s thumb swiped off the melted mallow and rested at your lips. You took his finger into your mouth, looking straight into his eyes but he couldn’t pull his eyes from your lips, as you released his thumb with a pop.

Jake smiled up at you again, this time with eyes half-lidded as you felt his dick twitch inside of you. “How is it, honey?”

You huffed a small breath out of your nose as you laughed a little. “Waxy.”

Jake winced at your admittance and the way your body shifted as you turned around to look at the candle. You faced him again as he set down the s’more.

“Marshmallow dream.”

Jake tilted his head to the side. “What? Is that like a new nickname for me or something?”

You giggled and shook your head. Jake admired you as he observed your response, a satisfaction brewing deep inside of him that he helped you reach this good mood again after the day you had.

“No, silly. It’s the candle scent. Marshmallow dream. Although, I don’t think it would be an inaccurate name for you. You’re a big softie, and totally dreamy. Not to mention sweeter than any treat.”

You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck, leaning in for another slow, deep kiss, smile still on your face as you listened to his soft breaths become moans, then groans, then near-growls as he devoured you.

Jake flipped the two of you over and you squealed at the sudden motion, feeling the pillows cushion your back. You needed that, though, as his first thrust hit you hard, practically knocking the wind out of you as you screamed in pleasure. Jake couldn’t help the way his pent-up energy manifested. All that self-control had to go somewhere, but now he was smoothly rolling his hips against yours, keeping you filled and beyond satisfied. His fingertips traced up your hips and soft tummy, pulling your shirt up with them, as your hands ran through his hair.

He pushed the fabric above your chest, leaning in and sucking a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other in his hand as his tongue danced across the skin. Your breathing was getting heavier by the minute, music to his ears as he turned his head, face still pressed to your soft skin.

“These, baby. These are my marshmallow dream.”

You giggled and slapped his shoulder playfully, allowing him to continue on, take whatever he wanted because he deserved it. And he did take you, all night, shrouded in a pillow fort of comfort, fairy lights, and unbridled love.

Bonus A/N: I’ve had an idea similar to this swirling in my head for awhile, I think I said something of the like in an ask, but I can’t find it now. Anyway, when a candle burns, wax vaporizes, which is why it likely caught on the marshmallows hovering above the flame. Yuck, but at least the candle fit the theme? 😂

Related: Jake’s Rough Days That Should Be Me

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

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Flufftober 25

Prompt: Haunted House

Pairing: Jake Jensen (The Losers 2010) x f!reader

Warnings/tags: violence (brief!), blood/bleeding, I don't wanna give away too much plot haha, Jake being Jake, meet cute (if u really wanna call it that), clowns/zombies etc. mentioned in the haunted house

Summary: Jake begrudgingly takes his niece, Aimee, to the Haunted House at the fairground. Putting on a brave face is a lot harder than it looks when you don't like clowns.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: I was originally going for a Bucky/Dean fic but when I thought up this scenario I couldn't resist making it Jake. I also couldn't find the name of his niece so we roll with little Aimee - Love, Grem x Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics

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Putting on a brave face for a kid is always hard. Especially when that kid is your niece who fears nothing.

"I want to go in the Haunted House uncle Jake." Aimee huffed tugging at her uncle Jake Jensen's hand. Jake moved sluggishly against her tugging, eyeing the creepy house.

He didn't want to admit that he was scared. He wasn't scared of much but the actors in the oddly realistic make up jumping out at him made his heart rate spike and the colour drain from his face.

But he'd do anything for his niece.

One of the actors, a zombie, growled into his face; to which Aimee giggled and Jake mumbled a very brief excuse me as he inched past awkwardly. Once he was out of the actors way, he shivered. He glanced around at the other actors; there were some ghouls, more zombies and a werewolf. He sighed with relief as he and Aimee stepped into the house.

If there was one thing he hated more than zombies or ghouls it was clowns. And it looked like he had a lucky break.

Working the haunted house had its ups and downs.

The ups were scaring kids and adults (especially those who were trying especially hard to be brave) and the downs were assholes who either hit on you or hit you. It was one thing when it was a kid hitting you out of fear - another when it was a fully grown adult.

You'd managed to avoid two smacks to the face already and thought you must be on a winning streak.

You thought wrong.

You hear the cautious footsteps of the next group enter, and the screeches of terror as your co-workers jump out at the people. You, however, lie in wait until one member of the group was close enough to grab.

Your hand darts out from behind the curtain, pushing it away to reveal your terrifyingly ghoulish clown make up that would make Pennywise jealous.

"Heya, sweet cheeks!" You yell out as the curtain whips around you violently. Your eyes dart up and you realise it's not a child or teen, but a grown man, who looked positively petrified. Before you can even react or move out of his way, he screeches, instinctively throwing a punch and realising halfway through the motion that he should not punch actors in the face. Even though he attempted to withdraw, his fist still connected with a Rudolph-red nose with a comical honk.

"Oof," You doubled over clutching your face. Tears immediately streaming smearing your make up. It took every ounce of self control not to curse - you were still vaguely aware of children being near through the pain. You blink away tears as you straighten, the man before you flapping awkwardly and apologising. You pull your hands away to try and calm him down but for some reason, it only makes him worse.

"Oh my God!" He gasps. "You're bleeding!"

"What? No it's just make up." You give a shaky customer-service smile and a thumbs up, your eyes catching an awfully dark stain on your white gloves.

"Uncle Jake you hurt the clown ghost!" A little girl huffed. She couldn't be older than eight, maybe nine, but she was glaring up at her uncle with her hands on her hips. Something told you this happened often.

"I'm alright sweetie," you reassure her, but her uncle still looks flustered and is still apologising.

"You know they're just actors, right?" The girl continues, ignoring you. You had to admit, she was braver than most adults. Her uncle included. "We're going to get you some ice Miss Clown Ghost," the girl says firmly.

You try and fail to bite back a smile. The girl sighs and shakes her head at her uncle, offering her hand out to you. You raise an eyebrow, but concede when she wiggles her fingertips at you, urging you to take it. Her uncle reaches into his pocket and hands you a glasses-wipe sheepishly for your nose, which you gladly accept as you head to the first aid tent.

"My name's Aimee." She announces and then scowling up at her uncle, looking like a disapproving mother, huffs, "and this is my Uncle Jake."

"Nice to meet you, Aimee." you smile down at her, then offer a smile to Jake, who still seems embarrassed. "And you too. I'm Y/N."

Jake smiles a little back, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. "You too. I mean, nice to, you know, meet you too."

You too?

You snort at his repetition and then hiss in pain, making him flush redder than your nose. The evening air outside of the haunted house smelt like stale popcorn and cotton candy and there was more screams of joy than terror. Flashing multicoloured lights had you blinking rapidly to adjust - you'd been stuck inside a dimly lit house for about two hours, the assault of colour was making you wonder if you'd gotten a concussion. But when the bright, sterile lights of the first aid tent appear, you breathe a sigh of relief.

One of the attendants ushered the three of you to some chairs, inspecting your face and cleaning some of the blood away, giving Jake an unimpressed side glance. When you asked about ice, you were informed you were out of luck. The coolers had run out of ice already.

"Wait here," Jake says, jumping to his feet. He hurries off outside the tent, leaving you and Aimee together. You both shrug at each other.

"I'm sorry about him," Aimee says apologetically. "He's a bit of a loser. But I love him."

You crack a grin. You wouldn't go so far as to call Jake a loser but you supposed to an 8-year-old who witnessed him screeching that, loser was an apt description.

"It's alright." You shrug. "He's a dork but he seems sweet."

Aimee returns your grin but there's a hint of mischief glinting in her eyes. "He is. He needs a girlfriend, though. A cool one."

"Oh." You blink in surprise. "To... what? Cancel out the dorkiness?"

"Yup." Aimee nods, then smirks over at you swinging her legs from her chair. "You seem cool, Y/N."

"Uh huh," You raise an eyebrow at her, fighting back a giggle. You forgot how blunt kids could be. Aimee had the subtlety of a brick through a window and you couldn't help but admire her for it.

"Hey!" Jake re-appears in the tent, carrying three mixed slushes precariously. "Look what I found."

"Slush?" You and Aimee quiz at the same time.

Jake grins, handing you the first cup. The moment your hands wrap around the cold plastic you shiver, which is replaced by a static wave as Jake's finger brush yours. Your eyes flit up and meet his as he stands awkwardly with the two cups for himself and Aimee

"It's for your face." He says quietly. "It's better than not having anything."

You give him an appreciative smile and mumble your thanks, pressing the icy cup to your face, sighing dreamily at the numbing cold easing the pain in your nose. Jake hands off Aimee's cup to her to which she also thanks him for, before asking if she can go to the next tent over and try some of the fair games.

Jake looks between you and Aimee, clearly torn between watching his niece and ensuring you were okay and you could have sworn you felt your heart swell a little. However, as always, Aimee is the deciding factor.

"You hit her, you should stay with her." Aimee says coolly, indifferent to the flush of embarrassment that cross Jake's face. "I'll come back in ten minutes."

She runs out of the tent before Jake can argue with her and he sighs.

"She's one heck of a kid," You comment thickly from under your cup.

"Yeah." Jake takes a seat next to you, poking the bright blue slush aimlessly. You remove your cup from your nose and take a sip, the copious amounts of cold sugary liquid hydrating your throat.

"You know, they say nobody loves you when you're a clown," you comment looking out into the throngs of fair goers outside the tent over your slush.

"I thought it was everybody loves a clown?" Jake says, watching you over his own cup, taking a careful sip.

"I think I can safely say from my appearance," You circle your face with your index finger, which has tear-streaked lines in your make-up and dark crusted blood around your nose, as well as a big make-up free circle from where you'd been holding your slush. "That not everybody loves a clown."

Jake gives you sheepish smile. "Sorry."

"Stop apologising." You smile at him. "You've already bought me a slush. That's apology enough."

"I just... feel real bad." He groans, shooting you a pleading look. "Please let me do something else to make it up to you?"

You chuckle and ponder his suggestion for a moment. You rake your eyes over him, narrowing your eyes playfully as you study him. Even though he'd punched you in the face - he'd been very apologetic, gotten you to laugh and bought you a slush when there was no ice to be had. You had to also admit that he was pretty easy on the eyes too and Aimee seemed to think you were cool enough for her uncle to date.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" You ask suddenly, trying to sound as cool as you could.

"Um, nothing. I think. Why?"

"You can make it up to me by buying lunch." You say with a nonchalant shrug although you're smirking over your cup at him. Jake's cheeks go rosy and he bites back a boyish smile.

"I think I can do that."

Although he hated clowns, Jake had to admit that you were certainly the prettiest clown he'd ever met. Doubly so when you grinned at him, poking out a blue-stained tongue.

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When It All Falls Apart - Chapter 13

Pairing- ex!Jensen x Padalecki Reader

Word count- 4,363

Warnings- Some language. Dealing with a breakup. Sad reader. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Jensen finally realizes how bad he screwed up, but someone else is coming in for the reader's attention. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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A ringing phone wakes you from a deep sleep Saturday morning, you fumble to answer it not bothering to see who it is.

“What?” you finally groan out when you hit the right button.

“Well good morning to you too, little sis,” Jeff greets you on the other end. 

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have to work.  I was sleeping, Jeffery.”

He just chuckles on the other end.

“What do you want brother dear?”

“Your niece and nephew have been asking about you.  I wondered if you had any plans today, or if you would like to come over and hang out?  I’ll even make you lunch before I send you home.”

When you don’t respond right away he continues.  “Did you fall back to sleep on me?”

“I’m thinking.  Yes, I’ll come over, but only because Tyler and Katie want me, and because you’re feeding me.”

“I thought that might get you.  Bring your suit, I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Alright, see ya.”

With a groan you push yourself out of bed to get yourself ready.  You’re looking forward to seeing your niece and nephew, but your bed had been so comfortable.  Forty minutes later you are stopping for a frappuccino and bagel before arriving at their house.   

It’s maybe thirty seconds after you pull in the driveway, that the front door opens and two excited children run out to greet you, with their father watching from the porch.

“What, I don’t get you running out to greet me at my car too?” you tease Jeff, walking up to the house.

 “Uh no.  I don’t think you ever have, or ever will.”

“Fine, whatever.  You don’t love me I get it,” you tease.

“You’re so dramatic.” 

The two kids are telling you all about the plans they have for you today.  The list is a long one and you aren’t sure one day is going to be enough to get it all done.  Tyler wants to show you his newly rearranged room, so that is stop number one.  You leave there with a handful of hot wheel cars he wants to play with.  Of course Katie isn’t going to be left out and her room is next.  She shows off a new doll she wants the two of you to play with also. 

When you reach the living room Mary Jo is just coming in the front door from a store run.  You go offer to help carry in the bags, but Jeff waves you away to go back to the kids.  Sitting in the living room you take turns playing with the toys they each chose.

It doesn’t take too long for the both of them to become bored and want to move on to something else.  Jeff suggests swimming, and everyone changes into their suits and head out back to the pool.  Your brother gets in the water with the kids first and you follow.  MJ sits on the steps watching.   As you are playing with Katie in the shallow end, your sister-in-law questions you about working on Walker.   

Tyler wants you to come swim with him, so you and Jeff switch places, and you play around with him in the water.  When the kids tire out, their parents call them up on the deck to sit and try off while Jeff goes in to throw lunch together.  Tyler is already trying to figure out what you can all do next before he is halfway through his lunch.  He isn’t very happy when MJ tells him his food needs to settle before he can start running around playing tag like he was hoping.

You end up staying until after dinner and the kids wore both themselves and you out.  Back in your apartment you curl up on the couch with a movie when your phone beeps, signaling a text. A smile crosses your face when you see the contact name you gave your new costar.

Toby C- Any plans tomorrow?

Me- Oh yeah, super busy!  Sleep in, possibly watch a movie or if I get up the energy go workout.  What’s up?

Toby C- I heard tonight there was some Summer night thing, it ends tomorrow.  Wasn’t sure if you would be interested?

Me-Maybe…

Toby C- Am I supposed to persuade you somehow?  If so I’m going to need some help with how to do that.

Me- Haha.  What time?  If you tell me before noon it’s an automatic no Mr. Allen.

Toby C- How’s 4?

Me- That could work. Do you want to meet there?”

 Toby C- I’ll pick you up, send me your address.  

Me- Done, See you tomorrow, have a good night.

Toby C- Night.

Turning the movie back on, you look up Summer Nights on your phone.  Hot Summer Nights is something the city has apparently put on for five years now.  There are 12 different venues which host different live acts each over four days.  Pulling up the list of venues you aren’t familiar with any of them.  There are a couple that interest you and some that might be a little much, but you’ll see what Keegan is thinking tomorrow. 

The ringing phone wakes you from a sound sleep Sunday morning.  With a frustrated groan you reach for the offending device from your night stand and manage to answer it without opening your eyes.

“This better be important,” you growl out to the person on the other line.

“Well good morning to you too,” comes with a chuckle from the other end.

“Seriously, Jared?  Why are you calling me this early?  It was Jeff yesterday, now you.  If you two keep this up, I’m going to be an only child.”

“Okay, nine am isn’t that early.  We have earlier call times through the week.”

“We do, that’s why I like sleeping later on the weekends.”

“Yeah, yeah, when you have kids that doesn’t happen.  Do you want to come over this afternoon?  Hang out and have dinner?”

“Thanks, but I already have plans.”

“Real plans, or eating popcorn on your couch plans?”

“Real plans, after I get more sleep.  Thank you, but maybe another time.”

“With who?”

“Ugh, does it matter?”

“Just making sure you’re safe.”

“Keegan, happy?  I’m going back to sleep now.  Bye Jared.”

You hang up before he can say anything else, rolling over you try and go fall back to sleep but it doesn’t happen.  Giving up an hour later you drag yourself from the bed and change into workout clothes to take some of your morning frustrations out on the spin bike in the workout room. 

After showering, laundry and going over the script for this week’s scenes take up the rest of your day.  Just before four there is a knock on your apartment door, opening it you welcome Keegan in.

“Hey, come on in.”

“Hi, thanks.”  He takes a look around slightly shocked, “Um, nice place.”

“It’s small, I know.  That’s the first thing everyone notices.”  Picking up your purse you turn back to him.  “Did you already have a venue in mind you want to check out?”

“I thought it was just music downtown?  I thought the flier I saw said something about coming downtown to check out live bands, I guess I didn’t read too far into it.”

“I pulled it up last night after you texted.  There are twelve different venues with live acts.  Some smaller, some fairly big.”

Grabbing your phone off the table you pull the site back up to show him.  He takes a minute to look through it before turning back to you.

“Have you been to any of these places before?”

“I haven’t, but I didn’t think the last one listed sounded bad.  It’s supposed to be a smaller venue, they serve food, and are featuring different types of music.  The other one.”  You have to look over his shoulder at your phone to find the name.  “That one, The Green Jay seemed similar to the first.  The others all talk about multiple stages and big parties.  I think those might be kinda packed.”

“You’re probably right about that.  Okay, let’s check out, what’s the name of the first one?”  He looks at the screen, “Valhalla.”

Taking out his own phone he types in the address to pull up directions.  They two of you exit the apartment and after you lock up he follows you down the steps.  Getting in the car, you hear his phone announce the bar is 8 minutes away.  He pulls into a parking lot on the corner across the street from the bar.  Looking up, you see The Green Jay is across the other street.

Keegan waits at the front of the car for you and the two of you make your way toward the first stop, to find that they don’t open until 6 pm.

“Oops, guess we should have checked that huh?” you say sheepishly, turning to him.

“Probably.  Well, let’s try the other one.”

That one opens at 5pm, the two of you have forty minutes to kill.  Looking around at your surroundings you see an open business across the street. 

“We could go to the Chess Club.”

Keegan looks at you with raised brows, “I think I’ll see what our other choices are first.”

Turning the other way you see a number of people down the street.  “Stubb’s Bar-B-Q, is down there.  It’s another venue, maybe they’ll be open.”

They were, and also already packed at the outdoor stage.

Inside the bar wasn’t too bad, but the outside area in front of the stage was packed.  Going back inside you find an empty table and sit down. A waitress comes over for your drink order and Keegan adds an order of Nachos. 

“No sense drinking on an empty stomach.”

“You’re a smart one Mr. Allen.”

The drinks arrive and he looks around the restaurant, a band is playing in the background.   “So you live 8 minutes away and haven’t been to any of these places?”  he questions with disbelief.

“Well, I haven’t even been living there a month yet.  I was staying with Jared before that, it’s probably 25, 30 minutes from there.  I was living at Jensen’s place first, when I moved here from LA.  He might have ordered from here before and picked it up, but I don’t think we ever came down here.”

“I didn’t mean to bring up that.  I um…”

“Heard the gossip about that breakup?  It was announced on TV, so it doesn’t really surprise me if you did.”

“Sorry.”

You just shrug, not wanting to get into it too much and bring the mood down.  “How are you liking Texas so far?”

“Good.  Not quite as crazy as California.”

“True.  Which is nice sometimes.”

“It is,” he agrees.

“So where did you find to call home while you’re staying here?”

“I’m leasing an apartment at The District at SoCo.  It’s like 2-3 minutes away from your place.”

“I’ve driven by there, looks nice.”

“It is.  Clean, roomy.  I like it.”

“That’s good.”

The nachos arrive and the conversation slows.  A little after five the tab is paid and the two of you make your way over to The Green Jay.  

The place is already filling up.  You ask Keegan to find a table and you grab some soft drinks from the bar to start.  Trying to slow the pace of your night out.  While at the bar, you find out they don’t serve food but allow you to bring it in from other local restaurants.  The band takes the stage and it’s so loud you aren’t able to hold much of a conversation.  After listening to a few songs from their second band of the night, Keegan asks if you want to check out Valhalla, which should be open now.  

The bands there are just staring for the night, and the place is still fairly empty.  Grabbing drinks first the two of you make your way to a table.  Keegan notices some foosball tables off the side and challenges you to a game.  He ends up winning two rounds and you go back to the table to put in a dinner order.  While you wait, you talk Keegan into an air hockey game.  This time you come out the victor.

When dinner arrives you make your way back to the table and enjoy the music while you eat.  It’s after 9, when the two of you are finally ready to head out.  

Getting to your apartment complex, he walks you up to the door, before saying goodnight.

“Thanks for hanging out with me tonight.”

“It was fun.  Thanks for inviting me,” you respond.

“We’ll have to plan something else again.  See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, have a good night, drive safe.”

“Will do.  Night.”

You wake up Monday to a number of Instagram notifications on your phone.  Opening up the app as you get out of bed you see Keegan tagged you in a post last night.  There are some videos and photos from the different bars, you never even noticed him taking any. Scrolling through he has pictures of the various bands, a video of you singing along with a song, you standing at the air hockey table looking away from the camera, and one with the outside of each bar.

Fun night exploring more of Austin.  Thanks for the company @Y/NPadalecki  

You skim the various comments as you're brushing your teeth.  There are more than a few that question if you two are dating now and if that’s why you broke up with Jensen.  Shaking your head, you continue to get yourself ready for work. 

The morning on set goes by quickly, as you are walking to the catering tent Keegan comes up beside.  

“Hey, can we take lunch in your trailer or mine?  We should talk.”

“Okay, yeah, sure.”

When you both have your food, he follows you over to your trailer. As he sits across from you at the table you speak first.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not really, maybe, I don’t know.  I’m not sure if you were on Instagram today, or…”

“I was.”

You notice the brief frown on his face before he hides it. “I saw some of the comments about the two of us dating, and I realized we never really talked about what we were, and what that was.” 

He looks up at you, but you stay silent to see where he is going.  Your mind is racing, you aren’t sure if you are ready to get back out in the dating pool yet.

“When I asked you to go with me I was asking as a friend, I didn’t mean to lead you on.  We’ve just gotten along so well on set, and I don’t know many people around.  I thought we could be friends, hangout and whatever.  I have a girlfriend, it dawned on me this morning I don’t think I ever told you about Ali.  I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I wasn’t thinking along those lines either.  I’m not sure I’m ready to get back out there yet.  I could use another friend though, I don’t know too many more than you do here.”

“Friends?” he questions.

“Friends.  I’d like to hear more about Ali sometime. If she's in town sometime maybe we could all hang out.”

“I think she’d be okay with that.  I’ve told her about you.”

Going back to your food, it isn’t long before you are being called back to set. While you are packing up at the end of the day, there’s a knock on your trailer door. 

“It’s open!”

Your brother walks in a moment later. 

“Hi.”

“Hey Jare, what’s up?”

“So how was your night out?”

“It was fine.  I’ve never been to that part of downtown before.”

“So you and Keegan, huh?”

“Jared Tristen Padalekci, don’t you dare even start with me, don’t go there.  Whatever it was or is or isn’t, is no one’s business but our own.  I’m not involving you in my love life one way or the other anymore.”

You know there is nothing between the two of you, but you don’t want your older brother’s opinions or interference either way.  He stands there staring at you a moment, slightly taken back. 

“I just want to make sure you don’t get hurt again.”

“I do appreciate that, but if there was something to tell, I would do it in my own time.”

He stares at you for a moment, “alright, fine.  Leaving it alone.  Do you want to come over for dinner Sunday? We were going to tell Tom about the baby.”

“That’s a family moment, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You are family too.  Plus Jeff’s family is coming. ”

“Then sure, just let me know what time.”

The rest of the week went by quickly, you were on set everyday this week.  Thursday is a lighter day for you.  Gen and Jared have a few scenes, so you hang out with Tom in your trailer while they are busy.   He helps you pick out what dessert to make for Sunday. 

“I want that one!” he exclaims pointing to a cake. 

“The orange one?”

“Yeah! Can we have those on top too?” He points to a cupcake with orange chew candies on top.

“Alright, let’s see what that cake entails.  I’ll see if I can find the candies.”

The cake he chose is an orange dreamsicle with orange cream cheese frosting. 

“I think it’s doable buddy.”

“Can we have it tonight?”

“Um, no.  It’s going to be for Sunday.  But we can go see if they have any cookies at craft services.  How about that?”

“Okay,” he reluctantly agrees.

After returning to your trailer with a cookie or three, Tom settles down on the couch and eventually drifts off for his nap.  You go over your scenes for the next day until Gen comes to take him home. 

You’re grumbling to yourself as you walk through the crowded grocery store late Saturday morning. You should have come after work yesterday and it wouldn’t have been so bad.  You’re trying to grab a few groceries for your apartment and the ingredients for tomorrow’s cake. Somehow you spend almost an hour in the crowded store, before you are finally on your way back home.  Stopping at a nearby sub shop, you grab lunch to take with you. 

Once the groceries are put away, you pull up the directions for the cake and pull out the ingredients needed.  Thankfully the apartment actually came with two round baking pans.  When it’s in the oven you set out the frosting ingredients that need to rise to room temp and collapse over on the couch. 

When the cakes are out you whip up the crumb coating frosting so it’s ready to go when the two layers cool. The orange layer of filling is next.  As you are working you realize just how much you miss having a normal size kitchen, and your own pans and utensils. This little one really isn’t meant to spend much time in. 

You hit the apartment gym while waiting for the crumb coating to harden so you can finish the frosting.  Returning later, you clean up the kitchen after the cake is finished, hit the shower and spend the evening on the couch watching Hallmark.

Over at Jared’s house one excited Tom is waiting for his Unca Jensen to arrive.  Watching out the front window he excitedly yells when the familiar truck pulls up.

“He’s here, he’s here, he’s here!”  He waits for the truck to stop before running outside, Jared right behind him.

“Tom, how’s it going buddy?” Jensen asks, picking him up and carrying him toward the house.

Little man wastes no time filling him in on the week he’s had. Jensen greets Jared as he walks up to him, and the three retreat into the house.  Tom is showing off a new toy and telling him about a blanket fort he built with his dad one night. When it becomes obvious the young boy has some energy to burn, they change clothes and move down to the pool.

It’s later in the swim when Tom brings up his Aunt Y/N.  Jared notices the quick look of sadness that comes across his friend's face, and the way he has to look away.  The two of them haven’t talked a lot lately, and none of it’s been anything very deep.  Gen told him what was said when she picked up Tom, and he is wondering exactly what Jensen might be thinking about his sister.

When Tom tires of the water and they get out of the pool, he decides to bring it up.  Making sure his son is occupied with his toy in the yard he turns to Jensen.

“Gen told me about the conversation the two of you had last week.”

Jensen looks up at his friend, but doesn’t speak.

“I’ve heard Y/N’s side of things, and I know what happened here, but I haven’t really heard much of yours.”

Taking a deep breath Jensen looks over at his friend, “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth, what happened?  I really thought she meant something to you, or I would have put up a bigger fight when you first told me you wanted to ask her out years ago.”

He thinks over how he wants to explain everything.�� “Honestly, I didn’t realize how bad things between us had become until after she left Toronto. I really never meant for things to go as bad as they did. I got so caught up with trying not to screw up and piss anyone off on set, and get along with them all, I…I just lost sight of the people who were most important to me.”

He brings back up the Dark Angel set, Jared understands that, Jensen has told him before just how bad things there had been.  He can understand his friend not wanting a repeat, especially working with a much larger cast.    

“It took a few weeks after she was gone for me to get over the hurt of her leaving and breaking up.  Then I started to notice I was waiting for her to call, I realized then she was right. I expected her to call, I stopped picking up the phone and reaching out to her, I stopped putting time and effort into the one thing I should have been terrified to lose.  But I was too stuck in my head to recognize what was going on. Suddenly, I didn’t have the one person I wanted to share everything I was working hard for with. I really had nothing at all then.”

They are both quiet for a minute before Jensen continues.

“I’ve talked to Gen and Mack, I’ve told them both she deserves better than me, and she does.  But I’ve come to realize, I want to be selfish. I want her back, I need her.  I’m just not sure if she’ll take me.”

Jared studies his friend’s face and can tell he really means that.  He knows how bad he screwed up, he does seem to be hurting too.  “She is still upset, I have no idea if she will or won’t give you another shot.  If you hurt her again, I won’t be able to hold back from punching you.”

“I have no intention of messing up again if she is willing to give this another chance. But I don’t know if I can do that to her right now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m going to be working in New Mexico some over the next few months.  I’ll be back and forth between here and there, then there is press for The Boys and the movie coming up later on.”

“Are you trying to talk yourself out of this now?  Or just giving excuses for why you won’t try?”

“She deserves someone who’s around.”

“That’s up to her.  Both of you understand how this industry works.  You need to decide if you really want her back before you just start playing games and leading her on.  Until you do, maybe you both need some space.”

Jared leaves Jensen sitting out there with Tom, while he goes to see if Gen needs any help with dinner.  The four of them sit out on the patio for dinner and Tom asks when Jensen is going to come back over.

“I’m not sure buddy.  I leave tomorrow for work out of town again.  We’ll do something when I get back alright?”

“How long are you gone for?” Jared asks, as he walks back over.

“I’m in New Mexico until Saturday, I fly to Dallas for Levi’s birthday, then go back to New Mexico.  I think I’m here again the Friday before we leave for the Colorado Convention.”

“So you really will be coming back here some?” He questions, trying to get a feel for his friends' plans.

“Yes.  It’s just going to be a recurring role.  They’ve already started filming, they’re done with me in early November for the most part. I might be in an episode or two filming in the spring.”

“So this one won’t be months at a time, seems like it’s already different from what you were doing earlier this year.”

After dinner Tom runs off to play leaving the adults sitting at the table.  Jared starts clearing off the table when Gen goes to get up.

“I got it, you take a break.  You’ve been going long enough today.”

It takes him a minute, but what Jared is referring to finally clicks in Jensen’s head.  “That’s right, how are you doing?  How is baby number 2 treating you?”

“We’re both fine.  Not as active as Tom was yet.  I’m sure that will change.”

“Does Tom know, he hasn’t mentioned the baby.”

“No, we're telling him tomorrow.”

Jensen helps Jared clean up before heading back home to finish packing.  His head is full with thoughts of you, and what he should do.  He knows what he wants to do, but he isn’t sure he can face your rejection, even if he does deserve it.

Thank you for reading!

Chapter 14- Coming soon

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"Almost"

THE LOSERS AU - Quick Fic

Characters: Jake Jensen x Reader

Posted: Aug 16th

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't written anything in weeks. I woke up and thought of that audio emergency call and thought that Jake would fit appropriately and this happened.

For @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse cause you fed my Jake Jensen need awhile back so I am returning the favor... a Lil bit here lol

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

**Please Do Not Repost or 'Fix' My Work**

It was the third ring, how could you explain that a ring sounded desperate? Maybe it was the fact that Jake never called- he only ever texted you.

"Hey–" you answered, wincing as you realized how breathless you sounded.

There was a long pause from his side and you were about to repeat yourself when he spoke, or rather cried, "I lost my niece!" He lamented.

You blinked and pulled your phone away to stare at it before bringing it back to your ear. "WHAT?!" You demanded, stuffing your feet into your boots and shoving your wallet into your back pocket as you shut the front door to your house, already climbing into the car. "Jake.. how do you lose an entire child?!"

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Writing Pattern Game

I was tagged by @zepskies and @kaleldobrev ♥️

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

First Lines

Love to Hate You - Soldier Boy x F Supe!Reader.

‘His strength was phenomenal’

Undercover- Prologue - Detective Dean AU

Dean had woken with a start. A sheen of sweat covered his body, his limbs tangled in the sheets.

Undercover - Chapter One - Detective Dean AU

Dean walked through the winding streets of Pasadena, Los Angeles, making his way towards the precinct where he would now be working. 

Undercover - Chapter Two - Detective Dean AU

Dean and Benny entered the abandoned warehouse, their Glock 19’s drawn, the flashlights that were tucked up beside the muzzle providing only a small amount of illumination through the dense shadows.

Invisible - Dean x F!Reader (eventual)

Y/N was Bobby’s niece.

Who Ya Gonna Call? - Jensen Ackles x Makeup Artist Reader

“You're going where?” Y/N asked, lightly brushing her thumb over Jensen's skin in order to blend the foundation she was applying to his face.

Right In Front Of Your Eyes - Barista!Dean x Barista!Reader

“How about this photo?”

Down on Dean - Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Hearing the distinct slam of the Impala’s door, Y/N was excited that her boyfriend, Dean, was home from his most recent hunt. She had been waiting in the crow's nest for him, bouncing on the balls of her feet impatiently, knowing what she had planned.

The Sheriff and the Painted Lady - Cowboy!Dean x F!Reader (Kind of)

Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror. How had her life ended up like this?

No One Will Notice - Demon!Dean Winchester x Y/N

You hoped he would be back. The devilishly handsome man who, when you had first met him, had scared the hell out of you.

Patterns

Personally, I haven’t really noticed any patterns. Sometimes I start with dialogue, other times it’s descriptive 🤷🏻‍♀️

If anyone else notices something I don't, please point it out to me! ❤️

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about the event | eun hosts a general requests blurb night for the month of august 2023!

dates and times | requests will be accepted starting wednesday the 16th, through the start of the event on saturday. the event will begin at 2pm cst on saturday, august 19th.

submission guidelines | there is no theme for this event; all general requests are welcome. any genres (fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, etc.), characters/pairings, and tropes are fair game. please do not send in requests for any of eun's series au's. more detailed requests are more likely to be chosen. please make sure your submission follows eun’s general request guidelines.

fics.

mess of a lesson | soft!dark!daddies!jake jensen and ari levinson x little!reader | you refused to go before you left, and now you must pay the price.

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greedy | dark!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | lloyd loves making you cry and cum.

earn it | daddy!bucky barnes x little!reader | if you want your daddy's cock, you're gonna have to earn it.

sweet surprise | soft!ransom drysdale x auntie!reader (+ reader's baby!niece) | ransom has a surprise encounter with your little niece.

safe smiles | soft!dentist!daddy!steve rogers x little!reader | your daddy helps you face your fear of dentists.

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Generations Part 2

Warnings: ADHD feels, angry Jared

Summary: YN struggles in school, but Uncle Jensen saves the day... or the evening.  

Words: 1745

YN age 6

“Mr. Padalecki, your daughter has been such a gift to have in class,” YN’s teacher stated in the parent-teacher conference.

“I’m so glad to hear that, but I hear a ‘but’ coming.” 

“She is a delight, I promise.  I just wanted to let you know that she is very distracted a lot.  She completes activities, but only preferred ones.  I don’t think it’s malevolent.  It’s not intentional from what I’ve observed.  Have you noticed that at home, by chance?  When she sits down to read or do homework, is she easily distracted or has a hard time completing it?”

“Sometimes, I guess, but she is six.” Jared tuned in to what the teacher was saying.  “I’ll keep and eye, though. Other than that, how is she engaging with her peers?” 

“YN is slow to warm up.  I’m sure you’ve seen that in her.  There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  Once she meets a new friend or has been watching from the sidelines for a little bit, she is perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her. “ He grinned. 

“I have no other concerns, Mr. Padalecki,” her teacher smiled.  

YN age 9

“Honey, go read your book.  You have to read twenty minutes a night.” 

“I hate reading.” 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.  I know it is hard for you.”

“Can’t I just listen to it? Or can you read it to me?” 

“You have to learn how to read and understand on your own, YN.  It’s called reading comprehension, and it’s a skill you will need for the rest of your life.   If you read the first ten minutes, I’ll read the last ten.  You can do this.” Jared booped her nose.  She giggled in response.  

“Okay,” she sighed.  

Later that night after she went to bed, Jensen came over to watch TV with Jared.  

“Hey, have you noticed YN has been off lately?” Jensen took a sip of beer. 

“She’s been having a hard time getting stuff done like her homework or a chore.  I think it’s only getting worse.” 

“Yeah, I have seen that too.  She also cries over stuff that isn't really a big deal, but to her it must be,” Jensen shrugged.  

“I think she is struggling more than she lets on.” 

“Maybe.” The shorter man shrugged.  

A few years went by, Jared noticing his daughter struggling more and more.

Jared scrunched up his nose.  

“Honey?” He yelled for his daughter over his shoulder.  

“Yeah?” 

“Why do you have an F in English?” 

She stalled once she walked through the doorway, eyes widening.

“Come on, if you can earn an F in English, you can have the courage to tell me why.” He turned toward her and spun in the computer chair.  Jared raised his brows expecting an answer sooner rather than later. 

“I-” YN bit her lip, eyes watering. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? It’s almost the end of the semester.  You can’t undo it once it’s too late, sweetheart.” Jared sighed and crossed his arms. “Well?” 

“I, I can’t write.” YN rang her hands together. 

“Yes, you can,” he said almost as a question. “What do you mean you can’t write?” 

“I can write, kind of.  I can’t read stuff and then write about it after.  My brain just doesn’t want me to.” YN knew he wouldn’t like that answer, but that was the best way she could explain it.  

Jared took a deep breath with a look of displeasure on his face.  

“What you are going to do is you are going to email your teacher this evening and let him know that you will be making as many of these up before the semester is over, and he will be receiving the assignments ASAP.” 

“I can’t do it like that, Dad.” YN responded with a deep grunt and exacerbation.  

“Well, you better figure it out, because you only have a few weeks of school left before summer hits, and if they retain you, that’s on you.” 

YN was so overwhelmed in what had transpired that she didn’t use a defense, she hung her head and said, “Okay, Dad.” 

“Thank you.  Now turn off the TV that I hear playing and get to work.  Use this computer since I have all of your assignments open right here.” 

Over the next few days, YN cried. A lot.  She was able to turn in an assignment or two, but the whole process was overwhelming.  

“I’m leaving to meet Gen.  She is grounded and on homework duty until further notice.” Jared said over his shoulder to Jensen. 

“Has she met Gen yet?” Jensen whispered.  

“No, I’m not introducing them until we’re steady.  I can’t break YN’s heart in case something doesn’t work out.  YN has met Gen since she is in the cast, but she doesn’t know we are dating. Gotta go, I’ll be back later.” 

“Hey, YNN.” Jensen knocked at YN’s door.  He slowly opened it.  “I am getting dinner ready.  You hungry?” 

“Yeah. Thanks, Jen.” She kept her eyes on her paper, writing answers for her assignment.  

“Okie dokie, I’ll call you when it’s ready.” Jensen ducked out of her room and shut the door. 

After he had cooked some chicken and vegetables, he yelled up the stairs for YN to come down for dinner. 

“NOT HUNGRY!” He heard her say faintly.

Jensen hurried up the steps knowing something was wrong. 

“YN, I know you’re hungry.  You told me you were twenty minutes ago. Come down for dinner please,” he said plainly.

“No.” 

He tried to turn the knob on her door, but it wouldn’t budge.  

“I WILL kick this door down if you don’t tell me what’s going on.  AND- you will have to explain to your father why your door is now broken.”  He heard what sounded like her tossing her cookies.  “YN!” He rattled the knob again.  “Open the door in the next ten seconds or I swear-” 

Jensen heard the lock click.  

As she opened the door, he saw her lips covered in what looked like snot and tears were running down her face.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he consoled.  Jensen ran into the bathroom across the hall to grab toilet paper.  He came back to crouch in front of her and slowly touched the toilet paper to her lips, wiping away the substance.  YN tried to turn away from him, but he continued to wipe her face.  “Come here,” her uncle pulled her into him, her body still.  After he held her there, she leaned into him with almost her whole body.  Tiny as she was, Jensen braced himself to hold her weight.  

“I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry, Uncle Jensen.” She repeated the phrase over and over.  

“What are you apologizing for? Did you eat something bad? Do you know why you threw up?” 

“I’m stressed,” she said after a moment.  Thinking he would have to coax it out of her, he started to ask her more questions when she continued, “My dad got mad because I am not passing English.  If I don’t pass, he said I could be retained and have to do fifth grade again.” 

Jensen guided her to her bed where he sat her down.  He sat across from her in her computer chair.  Caging her in with his long legs, he took her small hands in his.  

“You’ve been struggling for a long time, haven’t you?” 

She could only nod, words not coming to her in her rush of emotion. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

She took deep breaths.  Jensen didn’t rush her to answer.  

“I didn’t know how.” She shrugged.  “It’s not that I don’t want to do it.  I want to, Jensen.  My brain tells me I can’t.  Or I get distracted.  But when I told my dad that, he basically said it was stupid and-” she sniffled, “and now I have to finish all these assignments.  I don’t even know where to start, Uncle Jensen!” YN backed away and threw her hands up in the air.  “I can’t focus, I can’t think straight.  I walk back and forth in here because I’m thinking too much.” 

“I’m so thankful you shared that with me.  It’s hard to describe those types of feelings.  Even for an adult.” He watched her pace the room from his seated position. “You’re so brave, sweetheart,” he stroked her cheek after she stopped and made eye contact with him again. “I think I might know what’s going on.  Let me talk to your dad, okay?” 

“He will just get mad.” 

“How about you and I tell him together?  I’ll be there to shut him down if he gets mad.” She tilted her head, thinking about it.

“Fine.  But I don’t want to.” 

“It’s either that or you keep throwing up because you’re overwhelmed, kiddo.  You know how I told you I have ADD, and it was really hard for me in school?” YN nodded.  “I couldn’t pass English to save my life.  I turned out okay though.” He smiled, and she smiled back.  “We will do this together.  You are in fifth grade and a baby in this world, whether you want to believe it or not.  Good for you for standing up for yourself even though you didn’t think you had the right words.  It’s only one grade that will not affect anything major, I promise.  I bet you they will pass you onto sixth without batting an eye either.” Jensen hugged her again.  “I say we eat, you sit down with me and make a plan for the evening as far as homework goes, and then we sneak off to my house for a movie night.  How does that sound? We can talk to your dad tomorrow once you’re feeling better.” 

“My dad-”

“I will deal with your dad.  Don’t worry about him.  The real question is whether you want to or not.” 

“Okay.  That sounds fun, Jensen.”  

Text Conversation:

JENSEN

I’m taking YN back to my house for the night.  

JARED

She needs to study.  I told you that. 

JENSEN 

Relax, lurch.  She’s been working all evening like you asked.  Let her have some fun. 

JARED

You and I are going to have a fucking talk in the morning. 

JENSEN

Whatever, man.  Go eat.  You’ll feel better. Hehehehe. 

“Okay, let’s go!” Jensen called over his shoulder to his niece.  “Before your dad makes it home and punches me!” He laughed.

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Pirate & Pin Cushion (3)

Jake Jensen x gn! ops!Reader

Painful...But In A Good Way (see previous or JJ Masterlist)

The last thing you remember is the awkward kiss Jake planted on you during a screaming match. Now, awake and healed, your friend and teammate is acting more awkward than usual around you.

Warnings for foul language, *super skimmed over action,* canon-level betrayal (Roque), completely vague mentions of injuries, suspicions, doubts, misunderstandings,--GO FIGURE--an argument, and I just wanted this done honestly. Not that I don't love them, but I need a win in the COMPLETED department. WC ~1.5k

You’re a Loser through and through now.

Months have gone by since you were stabbed and unceremoniously, sorta-kinda-maybe-not kissed by Jake Jensen. You woke up six days later with Pooch by your side, disappointed it wasn’t your Banter Bro.

The last thing you remember is turning away from Jake to hide your face. After that, nothing. You suppose he feels awkward about it. Maybe he regrets it, even if the ‘kiss’ was just part of a gag to him.

The most frustrating part is everything is exactly the same. Jake keeps you at arm’s length, a holding pattern to get no closer as teammates but no farther as friends.

Is this…are you in the friend zone???

It blows.

You’d still prefer this over being a pariah, so on you quip from interaction to interaction.

For all Jake’s hype about loving Halloween, he shuts down when you ask him what costume you should choose. Then he goes home to his sister and niece for the holiday.

...Okay…

You console yourself knowing this is for the best. You’d promised yourself no attachments, and nature clearly pushes for you to keep that promise.

You’ve almost—almost—resigned yourself to actual pin-cushion-status, jabbed repeatedly by his indifference. You are PC: perpetually crushing on Jake Jensen. It sucks.

You can be professional though. You can keep up with the jokes and take the hits to your heart and body that come with the job.

Until you can’t.

Los Angeles. The port. The shitshow.

While scrambling to get out of the line of fire in a showdown gone wrong, Jake cuts his leg vaulting over a concrete barrier, and you get him to a nook between shipping crates.

You squat down to change the mag on your MP7 and suddenly hear Roque’s voice behind you. He’s not on the comms.

“Should’ve told ‘em, Jensen."

The look on Jake’s face is shocked and bitter.

Roque clicks his tongue. "At least then they’d know…”

Before you can so much as turn to look, Jake’s raised his own weapon, firing right over your shoulder and within inches of your ear.

The pain is sharp and hot, sending you stumbling into the warped metal wall of the nearest container.

Jake wraps a thick arm around your waist and yanks you away.

You catch sight of Roque dead on the asphalt.

It’s complete chaos, pure survival mode for the next twenty minutes, deaf and deftly tying a bandage around Jake’s leg in an open, empty crate while he’s on comms and frantically hand-signaling you the plan.

But you make it. Everyone but Roque makes it.

Eventually, when the ringing subsides in your non-ruptured ear, Clay lays outRoque betrayed the team. Aisha teaches you a way to cup your occipital and tap to reduce the tinnitis. Pooch leaves to see the birth of his first child.

You’re left to ponder if Jake is a traitor, too.

Did he kill Roque to keep his own cover? Was he supposed to recruit you into his and Roque’s plan? Is that what he ‘should have told you’ so Roque wouldn’t need to kill you?

The possibilities haunt you. Is this why he’s kept you distant for months? Was Jake worried you’d catch on?

You blame your stupid crush for stopping you from telling Cougar your concerns. You trust Jake—or you want to trust him, so badly—so you confront him alone.

Dinner. At your place. Away from the team so he can feel safe to admit it. Away from the team so you can pretend your forgiveness isn’t already secured. You’ll deal with the consequences once you know the truth.

Jake seems an odd mix of totally psyched and forcefully reserved when you invite him and a nervous wreck when he arrives at your door.

It’s just pizza. You were too distracted to do more.

He doesn’t pick up his slice because you don’t either, running your hands up and down your thighs compulsively, then quietly asking, “about what Roque said…”

Jake leans back in his chair, leg bouncing frantically, rubbing at his neck. “Yeah,” he replies, eyes on the floor.

“Was he…were you his partner in that? Were you suppose to take me out, too?

Jake’s head snaps up, his mouth askew and brow pinched. “WHAT?”

“Just tell me the truth. I swear, we can work it out with the rest—“

“Is this what—what the fuck—“ he shoves the chair back and steps away “—that’s the reason I’m here right now? I thought you were finally gonna say it!”

Jake rips his glasses off his face and harshly runs his fingers through his frosted tips.

“Say…what? What am I supposed to say? I’m not the one Roque had a damn secret with.”

He’s visibly upset but with bugged-out eyes like he has no idea what to do.

“Well, I’m not a fucking traitor,” he mumbles.

Jake replaces his glasses and takes his phone from the pocket of his low-slung jeans, hitting a few buttons and tossing it onto the table. It slides until it knocks your plate.

His own recorded laugh cuts off quickly. “Okay, PC, what were you saying about Halloween? One more time,” and then comes another slow voice, “I should have told you before I died.

“I love you.”

Your whole body freezes, brain turning the words over and over until it occurs to you…that is your voice.

“I didn’t say that.” Your knee-jerk reaction comes swiftly. “I don’t remember that.”

Jake snorts without humor. “Got that part.”

You’re too stunned to speak. You can’t even imagine when you would have…oh god.

Jake rushes to fill the silence as you die inside, again, maybe more realistically because what.

“Did you at least think I was a badass, like, ya know, a sexy traitor or whatever? Or…were you gonna wrestle me to the ground after I ate a whole pie?”

You keep sitting with your mouth agape.

“You didn’t poison the pizza, did you? Right? Say 'no.' That’s overkill, or just, kill—were gonna kill me?!”

“I’D KNOWN YOU FOR TWO WEEKS,” you explode, bolting out of your own chair.

“Yeah,” Jake squeaks, “I know.”

“Two weeks, and then you taped me saying ‘I love you?’”

“But, like—“ his usually deep timbre pitches super high “…did you?”

“Why would you just sit on that, Jake?!”

He shrugs. “You weren’t exactly sober.”

Too much, too many feelings, all at once. You try to get away, to make a break for the bathroom, but Jake grabs your wrist and swings your momentum to the wall.

Your back hits with a soft thud, pinned in place by Jake’s chest. He’s not breathing heavily, but you are, pushing you against him repeatedly.

That just makes it harder.

Yes, you said it (you guess), and yes, you meant it. Jake, however, hasn’t said word one about if he feels some sort of way for you. Your brain can’t intuit his romantic inclinations two minutes after accusing him of treachery.

He’s…there, not moving, not speaking, lips slightly parted while he stares at you.

You clear your throat.

“You’re…you’re touching me,” you say softly.

Jake doesn’t skip a beat, gently tightening his hold on your arms. “That’s what I do, PC. Finger keyboards.”

You gag as he quickly shakes his head.

“What the fuck?”

“Sounds sooooo bad," Jake moans. "I’m so sorry.” He let’s go of you, steps back, and slaps his hands in the air frantically. “Wait, okay? That was not the joke. I can do it.”

“You’re sick, man.”

Jake rubs at his temples, muttering something about keys, computers, and Halloween. “Hold on...so dumb. This is why I was trying to record it! It’s your joke. You were laying on the bed and--”

“I would never say you fin—“

“He was standing right there,” Jake bursts, scaring you to silence. “Roque. When you said that into the phone, I mean, he was standing at the door and he heard.”

Jensen sighs. Defeated and deflated, he rests his hands on his hips, inhaling sharply.

“So at the port when… He aimed a gun at you and I just—“ he makes a finger gun to point over your shoulder, adding a soft pow sound-effect “—Roque was saying I should have told you before he tried to kill you.”

“About the recording?”

“No.” Jake rocks on his heels.

“About the joke?” Your voice is so small.

His stupid, beautiful blue eyes lift to meet yours.

“No, pin cushion, not about the joke.”

There's a horridly long pause of nothingness.

"Fuck it."

Jake lunges forward with startling intensity, fingers lace behind your head to draw you to him.

You don’t turn away this time.

His lips are soft yet determined, slowly pulsing to transform one kiss into dozens, and he adjusts everything—his height, his stance, his proximity to get even more of you in a single embrace.

“I love you,” Jake whispers, shifting to tilt you left while he goes right. “I should have told you ‘I love you,’ too.”

You promised yourself no attachments, but who are you kidding? You're such a loser, and you found your match.

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Reunited Finale

A/N: So it’s been a while. I edited this myself so all mistakes are my own. This is the final part, I hope you enjoy the ending! Thank you for sticking through this with me, sorry the updates haven’t been regular. Please go back and re-read, there are a lot of precursors to this ending!

Summary: Y/N’s happy ending is threatened by a car crash yet again, will it ruin their family or reunite them once and for all?

Warnings: Car accident, memory loss, a whole lot of fluff

Pairings: Jared x Stepdaughter!Reader, Genevieve x Goddaughter!Reader, Jensen x Niece!Reader, Misha x Niece!Reader, Danneel x Niece!Reader, Vicki x Niece!Reader

Word Count: 1.4K

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Jared took a long look at Gen and kissed her pale temple. He looked up at Jensen and nodded.

“I need to see Y/N.” He smiled sadly, “Will you stay with her please?” He looked to Danneel.

“Of course, I’ll call the minute something changes,” She smiled at him nodding her head. 

Jared nodded and followed Jensen out of the room, sighing softly. Jensen patted his hand on his back and lead him towards Y/N’s room.

Jared could hear you thrashing and shouting from the end of the corridor. His eyes widened and he quickened his pace to see you. 

“Woah, Woah Y/N, Y/N.” Jared grabbed your flailing arms and looked into your eyes and whispered your name softly seeing you visibly calm down. 

“Jared?” You looked at him softly, glad you recognised a familiar face. You collapsed into his chest, breathing heavily.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He gave Misha and Jensen a worried look over your head. Why were you so unsettled?

“I didn’t know where I was, I was so confused. Wait. Where’s Mom?” You asked frantically.

“She’s fine she’s in another room sleeping.” Jared sighed, deciding not to go into the gory details.

“What happened? Who are these men standing in my room?” You asked with a puzzled look on your face.

Jared looked between you, Jensen and Misha confused. Then it clicked.

“You called me Jared,” He sighed making you look at him weirdly. “Y/N what’s the last thing you remember?” 

“Me and Mom going to pick you up from the airport.” You spoke as if it was obvious, getting scared at the concern etched onto his face. “What? What is it?” You looked around at the men in the room, all of them with the same sad look on their faces. 

“Y/N your Mom died 6 years ago in a car crash. You’ve lived with Gen since then and with me and Gen for the past 2 years,” Jared sighed. “This is your Uncle Jensen and Uncle Misha, my co-stars.” He gestured to the men beside him.

“What?” You asked tears forming in your eyes. “NO, you’re wrong! You’re wrong!” You shouted.

“Y/N,” Jensen tried, speaking softly. 

“Get out. All of you. GET OUT!” You shouted letting your tears roll down your cheeks.

The men ushered out of your room and looked to Jared softly. 

“You okay man? That was a lot.” Jensen patted his hand on his back.

“Yeah, it was just hard to relive it all.” Jared sighed, “Look I’ve got to go find her doctor. Can you go sit with Gen? Just so I know she has people.”

They both nodded and gave him a solemn hug before walking down the corridor. 

Once Jared had spoken to your doctor and allowed him to do a few tests he walked back into your room hoping you had calmed down. 

“You can sit down,” You smiled sadly. Jared obliged and took your hand looking to the doctor for answers. 

“Y/N has suffered from trauma from the car accident and is suffering from localised dissociative amnesia. She has forgotten the most painful part of her life and has lost all the memory from then to now. However, this should come back within the next few days. Just be patient.” The doctor smiled. 

“Thanks, doc.” Jared smiled and shook his hand. He looked back towards your sad face.

“Okay, fill me in.” You sighed softly, knowing you had a whole 6 years to catch up on, making Jared smile softly. 

Just as Jared was recounting the engagement one of the men from before, who you had now come to know as Jensen, popped in looked at Jared urgently and just said, “It’s Gen.”

You’ve never seen him jump out of his chair so fast. You looked up at him worried.

“Can I come? Please, if I lost you for 4 years I don’t want to be away from you another moment in case it happens again.” You begged him, making him nod indecisively. 

Jensen got you a wheelchair and wheeled you down behind Jared’s long strides to Gen’s room. He hadn’t uttered a word about whether it was good or bad news since he’d barged in on your reminiscing but the tug at the corner of his mouth suggested it was good news. 

“Gen!” Jared exclaimed as he saw her eyes open and her talking softly to Daneel, sat up slightly in bed.

“Jare, how are we all? Oh Y/N look at you.” Gen exclaimed reaching out for your hands. Jensen wheeled you closer so you could grab on.

“I have memory loss.” You stated sadly, looking into Gen’s pained eyes.

“We’ll get through it, like a proper family,” Jared smiled putting his arms around his girls.

*2 months later*

Recovery had been tough on all of you, your memory came flooding back a few weeks after the accident causing your heart to break all over again, Gen had a lot of rehabilitation and Jared was rushing himself about silly looking after you both. As a family, you had decided to set something to look forwards to as a recovery goal. Your adoption.

The day had come and Jared had gone to the courts to sign the forms, you and Gen were waiting in the foyer, arm in arm. Your life as a family was about to begin. As Jared came out waving the papers and smiling you shrieked in delight and ran and jumped to hug him, him spinning you around.

“I am now officially your Dad.” He sighed clapping his hands on yours and Gen’s backs. “To commemorate this occasion I have come up with an amazing Dad joke so brace yourselves.” His voice rose with anticipation.

“Oh god, Dad please don’t.” You begged laughing.

“You’re gonna love it. What do you call someone with no body and no nose? Huh?” He laughed at himself.

“Go on before you die with excitement,” Gen sighed jokingly.

“Nobody knows!” He laughed at himself, looking at the two of you waiting for you to join in. 

“That was terrible.” You laughed, your Mom nodding in agreement. 

“Right let’s go we have a wedding to get to.” Jared winked making you look at him in surprise.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Surprise! You’re the maid of honour so we gotta go get ready quick!” Gen squealed, grabbing your hand and taking you across the courtroom foyer to the changing rooms where Danneel and Vicki were waiting with makeup and tongs. 

“You were all in on this?” You asked laughing. 

“Of course, now chop chop get in the chair so I can work my magic.” Danneel laughed, ushering you into the chair in front of her.

Walking down the aisle with Jensen and Misha by your side was surreal, your family dream was finally becoming a reality. You stood to the side looking at your Dad and grinning. You turned to see your Mom walking down the small aisle in the courthouse, in a simple gown and watched your Dad physically go weak at the knees. 

You looked around the room seeing your Mom and Dad’s closest friends and family and sighed, you were finally part of something special. You spent the whole ceremony feeling grateful and teary listening to the absolute adoration they shared for each other. Your parents made this happen, even though they weren’t around they gave you the best life you could have asked for. 

“Time for the honeymoon,” Jensen grinned once you had all gone out for a celebratory meal. 

“Honeymoon?” You asked inquisitively, this day had already been overwhelming enough. “You’re leaving me so soon?”

“You’re coming with stupid!” Jared laughed softly, “We’re going to the summer cabin, and everyone is invited.” 

“Really?” You squealed making the adults laugh.

“Of course, Honey’s coming too.” Gen laughed and gave you a kiss on the forehead. 

That night you started the long road trip to Malibu from Texas, taking a full day it made you exhausted. You slept most of the next day and woke up to the smell of BBQ wafting through the house. 

You quickly got dressed and grabbed your denim jacket heading out to your favourite spot, greeting your family as you went by. You sat on the dock and looked out onto the lake, just as you did 6 years ago and sighed. You were finally a family again, this time with different people and a whole lot more love. Honey came bounding over to your side licking your face making you giggle, followed by your Dad behind.

“You okay sweetie?” 

“Just reminiscing, I sat in this spot 6 years ago, so much has changed but I still feel so loved.”

“You always will be, we’re a family now.” Your Mom came over and wrapped a blanket around your shoulders.

“We’re never getting split up ever again,” Jared muttered to himself, smiling at the scene of his family all together once more.

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Glory Rider - Part 2/3

Summary: Y/N’s best friends talk her into doing some tricks on her new Honda Grom, but what happens when doing a certain trick could possibly lead her to her riding days were over?

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of injuries, hospital visits, car crashes, pissed but loving Jared and Gen, somewhat graphic detail in gore (part 2), along with uncle Jensen and aunt Dan coming in to help,

Pairing(s): Jared x daughter!reader, Gen x daughter!reader, Jensen x niece!reader, Dan x niece!reader

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“Hey, babe, have you seen Y/N?!” I called while making my way downstairs, attempting to fix my beanie into place as Gen peeked her head out of the kitchen, a large smile on her face.

“Yes, papa bear, she’s fine. She wanted to go take her new Grom out for a little while with Alex.” Gen grinned as Shep and Tom came running in from outside, large grins on their faces as they yelled at each other.

“Mm, you know how I feel about her being on those things..” I gently growled as she arched a brow, frowning before she walked forward wrapping her arms around my waist as I did the same to her.

“I know, but you know she’s careful - plus she’s been riding for almost five years; of course, I’m worried about her too because there are idiots in the world, but we can’t take it away if it makes her happy, J..” Gene gently sighed as I nodded, yet a frown still tapped to my lips when the boys came rushing out of the kitchen, crawling between our legs as we laughed.

“Hey, let me finish up breakfast and then we can all go to the park like we planned, I’ll have to call Y/N, and Alex to meet us over there.” Gene smiled as I scooped up the boys, them wiggling in my arms as I did small circles, them screaming and laughing as we went around, and around, and around - yep, I’m gonna be sick.

“Sure, I’ll have to-”

Suddenly, I was cut off by the sound of my phone ringing. Furrowing my brows, as I thought it was work or Jay, I carefully placed the kids on the floor as they went rushing away, I grabbed my phone and placed it to my ear.

“Hello?”

“M.. Mr. Padalecki..?”

“Um, yes, who is this?” I furrowed my brows at the sniffling on the other side, suddenly feeling heaviness in my chest as my eyes trailed over to Gene, who was too occupied with cooking to notice the worry in my voice.

“It’s.. It’s Y.. Y/N..” The coughing and cracking with choked sobs voice made everything seem to just stop. The world stopped spinning, my wife stopped cooking, and my kids stopped playing as I straightened my back - my mind whirling to what could’ve happened.

“What happened?” I quickly placed the phone against my ear and shoulder as I moved quickly, shuffling on my flip-flops as I moved to the kitchen and pressed a kiss to Gene’s temple, catching her off-guard as she frowned at my sudden worry.

“She.. She was doing a trick, and.. And this man - oh my god, he hit her with his truck!” The girl shouted as she couldn’t control anymore of her cries, and that’s when it hit me.. My baby girl is hurt, or even most likely dead..

“Dammit! O.. Okay, is there an ambulance there yet?” I growled whilst running a hand through my hair.

“Y.. Yes, it’s the Jefferson Hospital,” after that, I hung up, I couldn’t take any more of this..

“Babe? J? Jared, where are you - what’s happening?” Gene called as I rushed around, grabbing my wallet and stuff my phone into my sleep shorts as I threw open the door, I turned back to her and gave her this look of desperation as she furrowed her brows.

“I.. I’ll call you when I know exactly, okay? I love you.” I quickly shut the door and got into my car, my heart was already in my throat.. But I knew it would drop as soon as I saw her.. Jesus, God.. Please let her be okay..

As I parked near the entrance of the hospital, I could see Alex standing there with worry and anxiety just coming off him in waves. I made my way over, shouting for him as he looked towards me a small thing of relief flooded him as he ran to meet me.

“God, Jared.. I’m - I tried to stop her! I’m so sorry, I.. I..” Alex sighed, a broken noise tumbling from his lips as I grabbed him and wrapped him in a hug before pulling him back as he tried to contain himself.

“It’s okay.. She’s going to be fine, and don’t blame yourself, okay? Just take me to where she is,” Alex nodded as he turned away, leading me into the however-many-floors hospital and it made me sick to my stomach…

The smell of chemicals, the sounds of murmuring people, and seeing doctors and nurses with masks and latex gloves just sent shivers down my spin - my girl didn’t deserve to be here. She deserved to be out there - to be free.

“I already told the doctor and nurses that you or Gene would be coming, they wouldn’t let me go in since I’m not immediate family,” Alex sighed as we stepped into the elevator. I didn’t even quite register what he was saying as I attempted to keep tears from flooding my eyes, and my heart from exploding out of my chest.

Suddenly, the silence was broken from my phone buzzing, pulling it out of my shorts’ pocket I saw Jay’s picture appear before I answered, swallowing down the bubble that formed in my throat.

“Jay?”

“Jared! Hey, Gene told me to call you, is something wrong? She said you were acting weird before you rushed out of the house..” Jensen’s voice was somewhat drowned out by the sound of a cars’ engine.

“I.. It’s Y/N, J.. She was riding and got hit by some douche.” I stiffened as I said it - hearing myself say it made it all seem that more real.

Jay cursed before clearing his throat, the dinging of the elevator signaled Alex and myself of as we went towards her room.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Jefferson Hospital, right?”

“Yeah..” I hung up, stuffing the phone in my pocket as I listened to the beating of my heart, and the flooding of my blood filling my ears as Alex stopped near a windowed room; and that’s when it happened - it all became real.

Y/N’s bodied laid on the hospital bed, a large breathing tube stuck down her throat whilst a machine kept her breathing, bandages wrapped around her midsection, and the only thing hiding the rest of her was a simple sheet. Dried blood clotted up in her hair and forehead, some stitches on it - she looked pale. Hell, she looked like she was about to greet Death like she would when I returned home after filming…

“Oh, my god..” My stomach lurked as I slowly rounded into the room; God the smell.. The smell of her metallic blood and the chemicals making it hard to bare as I stared at the girl I promised to protect.. To love and treasure more than anything, now laying in a bed with machines keeping her alive.

“Alex, who.. Who’s the man that did this?” I bit my cheek to keep from growling; whoever did this was about to get a whole other meaning of ‘pain’. Alex stepped closer, placing his hand on the bed as he stared down at his best friend; he was hurting almost as much as I was..

“He.. He stopped to check on her, but he never gave us a name or anything. All I remember was the license plate.”

“That’s good enough. I’m going to sue his ass for everything he has - dammit! I knew she should’ve never gotten into riding!” I turned and slammed my palm against the door, before running both of my hands through my hair, frustration rolling through my veins as I attempted to clear my head.

“Jared.. I - she loved riding, it was her passion. Plus you knew you couldn’t say no to her the day she asked you for her first bike..” Alex moved away from Y/N, placing a hand on my shoulder as I turned towards him, feeling the burn of tears in my eyes as I sighed, my bottom lip trembling.

“Well, this isn’t the first bike situation - this is the last one. She’s not going to leave the house on another one of those death traps ever again, and I don’t care how pissed, or how upset she gets - its final. Her glorified riding days are over.” I swatted a hand in the air, emphasizing the point of there was no more riding days to follow after what happened - I wouldn’t allow it.

“Jared, think about this rationally.” Alex slightly pleaded, but I waved him off. Moving around him as I grabbed the seat closest to Y/N’s bed, pulling it close and plopping down into it; I reached forward and took her wire-free hand into my own.. It felt cold.

“I am, Alex.. If this was your child, you would be doing the exact same thing!” I slightly growled, my papa bear showing through. Alex stood behind me, I could hear the delayed breathing from his nose as I narrowed my eyes at my daughter’s body.

“Jared, please… If you keep her cooped up after this, she’ll never want to ride again. She’ll be terrified to even leave the house,” he whispered with a slow yet painful sigh.

I rolled my lips together with the shake of my head, scoffing slightly before turning my head and glancing at him from over my shoulder. “Maybe that’s for the best.” I hissed as hurt and agony tightened in my throat. Rolling my thumb over her cold hand, a sudden commotion came from outside, only to reveal Jay from the hallway with worry and anger twisting on his face.

“Jared..” Jay took a few steps into the room as I stood, Alex, taking a few steps back as I met him halfway as we wrapped our arms around each other before pulling apart and turning back towards Y/N. “So, do we know what happened, or… How long?” Jay asked in a whisper as I swallowed thickly and shook my head, glancing at Alex, who stood there with furrowed brows and sad filled eyes.

“I just got here, but they haven’t said anything… I need to call the cops though, Alex said he knows the mans’ license plate, so I need to get them here soon.” I cleared my throat, before moving towards the door and to wave Alex to follow as he nodded once, quickly moving behind me as Jay moved further into the room before sitting down where I sat before, grabbing onto Y/N’s wrist and holding her hand tightly.

She’s already so broken, but if I lose her to some idiot… I’ll break them even more. 

Part 3: Coming soon! 

I hope you all enjoy this new chapter! I’m hoping the third part will be the best! 

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It’s Official.

Summary - You are Genevieve’s daughter, she had you before she met Jared but when they met he immediately took you in like a father would.

Characters - Jaredxdaughter!reader, Genxdaughter!reader, Jensenxniece!reader, Danneel x niece!reader.

Warnings - mentions of death, mentions of anxiety, mentions of nightmares, SO MUCH FLUFF, YES THAT IS A WARNING!

It was currently October, you were led in bed thinking about what Christmas gifts you could get everyone. You’ve always been a prepared person and preferred to plan in advance so you didn’t leave anything until last minute.

You sighed as you thought of what to buy your parents, Jared and Gen, Genevieve was your biological mom but Jared wasn’t your biological dad, he was your stepdad, though you only ever saw him as a father as you never knew your biological dad.

You looked over to your bedside table and smiled lightly at the photo of the three at you at Jared and Gen’s wedding, you were nine years old at the time, you were eating a slice of cake when Jared shoved your head into it so you did the same to him, you chuckled lightly at the memory and stood up and left the room.

Walking into the kitchen you smiled at the sight of your younger siblings, you walked over and kissed them on the head “morning, kiddies” you said as Odette reached her hands out towards you, you lifted her out of her seat and started bouncing her on your hip, you turned around and saw Gen making smoothies, “morning, mom” you called, she turned around and smiled she turned the blender back off and poured the smoothie into four cups, “morning, sweetheart” she replied tightening the lids, “how come you’re up so early?” She asked, you shrugged your shoulders and sat on one of the chairs, “I don’t know, I didn’t sleep much last night” you said whilst playing with Odette’s tiny hands, Gen frowned “why? are you not feeling the best?” she asked before placing the back of her hand on your forehead, you laughed, “mom, I feel fine… honestly, I don’t know… just couldn’t sleep”, smiling softly she ruffled your hair slightly and took Odette out of your grip, “okay, well now that your awake you can go get your dad, he’s still asleep and is refusing to get up” she grinned at your reaction, “wait, dad’s home?” you asked excitedly, she nodded her head and laughed as you jumped off the chair and ran up the stairs.

You snuck into your parents bedroom and stifled a laugh at the sight of your dad sprawled out on the bed, you closed the door softly behind you, walked towards the far wall, ran and dived onto him, “WAKEY WAKEY, OLD MAN!” you yelled, he jumped up causing you to roll onto the other side of the bed laughing, he looked down at you, “y/n, you almost gave me a heart attack” he said, you looked at him, “well it woke you up didn’t it?” You asked with a grin, he shook his head and let out a chuckle before lying back down, you sat up “oh come on, you can’t sleep forever, ya know” you said pulling on his arm, you sighed and decided to crawl under the covers because it was cold, “how come you’re awake so early anyway?” He asked with his eyes still closed, you let out a sigh, “I didn’t get much sleep last night” you muttered quietly, Jared lifted his one arm, you shuffled closer and rested your head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around you, “how come you couldn’t sleep, bug?” He asked quietly, you let out a sigh and picked at the cotton on his shirt, “I kept on having nightmares, I woke up from another one at around six and just gave up trying to sleep” you explained, “do you wanna talk about it?” he asked, you quickly shook your head, “okay, lets just try and get some sleep, yeah?” he suggested, you nodded your head and closed your eyes, sleep washing over you straight away.

It was much later on in the day, you and Genevieve were going over to the Ackles’ house, Jared had to pick up Tom and Shep first so he said he’d meet you there.

You walked up the pathway of the Ackles’ residence and knocked twice on the door before opening it, you grinned when you saw Jensen walking towards you, he enveloped you in a hug, “hey, kiddo” he said, you wrapped your arms tightly around him, “hey, uncle J” you replied, your voice slightly muffled by his chest, he then hugged Genevieve. You all walked into the living room, hugging Danneel you sat on the sofa. “Hey, guys? I have an idea of what I wanna get dad for Christmas” you spoke with a small smile, the adults looked at you with raised brows “I just, kinda need your help preparing it… more specifically, mom’s…” you trailed off slightly, “what’s this idea then?” Jensen asked, you begin explaining what you wanted to do, by the end of it the three of them were grinning from ear to ear, with slight tears in their eyes, “so… will you help me?” you asked, they both let out a laugh and nodded their heads, “of course we will, sweetie” your mom said before pulling you into a hug, you smiled and pulled away, “good, because I have no idea where to start” you said with a laugh.

It took a while, but you had the gift ready, wrapped up in a box. 

It was currently Christmas eve, you and Jared had a tradition of staying up drinking hot chocolate and watching Christmas movies. You would always fall asleep first so he’d carry you up to your bed, tuck you in and then retreat to his room.

You were both curled up on the couch, A Muppet’s Christmas Carol was playing in the background, your head was leant against his shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, “yeah, of course I am… why?” you asked whilst stifling a yawn, “you’ve been a quite today, is everything okay?” he asked again, you smiled lightly and nodded your head, “everything’s fine… I was just tired today, that’s all” you explained before letting out a yawn, Jared chuckled, reached for the remote and turned the television off, “come on, it’s bedtime for you” he said standing up, you huffed as you tumbled down onto the sofa, you lifted your arms up, “carry me?” you asked, he rolled his eyes as he scooped you up, you rested your head against his chest and fell asleep as he made his way up the staircase.

You woke up with a start, you opened your eyes to see your younger brothers jumping up and down, grinning from ear to ear, “Santa’s been, y/n!” Shep yelled, you gasped and sat up, wrapping an arm around each of their waists, dragging them down so they were sat on your lap, “he has? that, my friend, is great news” you said, they wiggled out of your grasp, “come on! We can open presents!” Tom yelled, you let out a chuckle and climbed out of bed, they each grabbed your hands and pulled you out of your room and down the stairs, you were laughing “okay boys, slow down will you” you laughed as they let go and ran toward the tree, you skipped over to Odette who was on the sofa with your parents, you sat next to her, “Merry Christmas, little one” you said in a weird voice making her giggle in delight, Gen wrapped her arms around you, pulling you towards her making you laugh, “what about us, aye?” she asked, Jared starting tickling your stomach, you pushed his hands away laughing, “Merry Christmas to you two as well” you laughed, you stood up and sat with your brothers, opening gifts.

It was later on in the day, the rest of your family had come over but they left, leaving you, your parents and the Ackles. The kids were all upstairs, fast asleep, you were also in your room staring at the box. You could feel the anxiety starting to bubble up, you sighed, picked it up and left your room.

You entered the living room and placed the box in front of Jared, he looked at you in confusion, “yeah, I kinda got you something else… Jensen, Danneel and mom helped with this though” you said whilst you sat next to Jared with your legs underneath you. You looked towards your mom and the Ackles’ who gave you small smiles of encouragement, they all sneaked out their phones and started filming, “go on, open it” you said softly with a small, nervous smile on your face. 

You took in a deep breath as he took the lid off, he picked up the small booklet, “turn to the last page” you quickly said with tears gathering in your eyes, he did that “oh my gosh” he muttered, he turned towards you with tears in his eyes, “this… this is serious?” he asked, you nodded your head allowing a few tears to fall, “you’ve always been more than just a step-dad… I’ve never seen you as that, only as my dad… I just wanted to make that official” you explained. Jared looked back down at the adoption papers before placing them down next to him, “come here” he said, opening his arms. You quickly leant forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, both of you crying, he squeezed you tight, “I love you, so much. you got that?” he said quietly, you nodded your head, “I love you too, dad” you choked out, you buried your face into his shoulder.

You pulled away, “so you’re gonna sign it?” you asked, he laughed and nodded his head, “of course I’m gonna sign it” he laughed, your face broke out into a grin as you hugged him again, this time your face being buried into his chest.

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Comfort Me

Pairing: Jensen x daughter!reader, Danneel x daughter!reader, JJ x sister!reader, Arrow x sister!reader, Zeppelin x sister!reader, Jared x niece!reader

Warnings: Bully, Violence, Anger, Physical Fight, Mega Fluff

Summary: YN has a bad day at school, and Jensen is there to comfort her.

A/N: This was just a random thought to come to my mind today.

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Jensen walked in his front door, suitcase in hand, exhausted from his 2 weeks of filming. Finally he gets a few days off to spend with his family.

He looked at his watch at the time, "Everyone should be in bed. I better be quiet."

Jensen walked inside the house, quietly shutting the door behind him, and walked towards his bedroom. He walked inside the room while trying to be as quiet as possible as not to disturb Danneel. He put his suitcase down, sat on his side of the bed, and began to remove his shoes.

Danneel rolled over at the movement on the bed. She saw Jensen and gave him a sleepy smile. "Hi, honey. How was your flight?"

"Long. And uncomfortable. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Jensen whispered while taking off his other shoe.

Danneel closed her eyes and sighed, "It's okay. I haven't been asleep long."

Jensen smiled as he walked over to his dresser to get pajamas, "How are the kids?"

Danneel rolled over and yawned, "They're fine. Zeppelin and Arrow are really enjoying preschool. JJ is having her friends over tomorrow for a slumber party, I hope that's okay."

Jensen nodded, "Sounds like fun."

Danneel yawned again and sighed into her pillow, "Can you do me a quick favor before coming to bed?"

Jensen pulled up his pajamas pants and pulled a T-shirt over his head, "Of course, anything."

Danneel rolled over to looked at Jensen, "Could you check on YN? She's been really quiet since she got home from school."

"Quiet how?" Jensen asked while walking over to Danneel.

"She didn't really talk during supper. And she stayed in her room for most of the afternoon and evening. I'm worried about her. But I know you two are very close, so maybe you could talk to her?"

Jensen bent down and kissed Danneel, "I got it. Go back to sleep, I'll be back soon."

Danneel closed her eyes again, "Love you Jay."

"I love you too Dee."

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Jensen walked upstairs towards YN's room. He saw that her door was shut, which was weird for her. She normally kept it open in case one of the younger kids needed something. She was a lot closer than Jensen or Danneel.

He lightly knocked on her door and listened for movement. When he heard nothing, he knocked again, "YN? Sweetheart, are you asleep?"

Jensen heard shuffling in her room, and in a few seconds her door slowly opened. However, YN wasn't standing there. Jensen pushed the door the rest of the way open and saw YN's covers move on her bed.

Jensen slowly and quietly walked inside, the only light in the room coming from the hallway. He saw YN had her head covered with blankets and pillows.

Sitting down on her bed, he laid a hand on her, he quietly asked, "Are you okay?"

YN didn't move or speak. She just laid there.

Jensen rubbed her shoulder, "Dee said you've been really quiet. Is something on your mind? You know you can tell me anything."

YN sighed and mumbled, "I got into a fight."

"A fight? What kind of fight?" Jensen asked.

"It was nothing. I deserved it."

"Sweetheart, what are you talking about?"

YN pushed her covered back and sat up. The light from the hallway covered her face.

Her right eye was swollen and bruised. A few scratches on her right cheek as well.

Jensen lifted a hand to her eye, but YN pulled away.

She shook her head at him, "Don't. It hurts."

Jensen sighed, "What happened?"

YN looked down at her covers, "It was lunch hour. I was sitting with my friends when a guy came up behind me and dumped my lunch everywhere. Told me the only reason I had friends was because you're my dad."

Jensen sighed, "But you know that's not true."

YN nodded, "I know dad. I don't believe that for a second."

"So what happened after that? He hit you?"

YN looked at Jensen, "No. He walked away from me. Unfortunately, that wasn't the last time I saw him today."

YN had tears in her eyes, remembering the events of the day. Jensen laid a hand on hers to comfort her.

After a couple minutes, YN took a deep breath and continued, "After school, I was walking towards my car. But before I got there, he was back for more. He knocked my books from my hands and pushed me to the ground. He told me I'd amount to nothing because I'll always live in your shadow. I told him the words he keeps saying will never affect me."

Tears started streaming down YN's face. Jensen squeezed her hand, telling her to continue.

"So he laughed at me. Then he picked me up by my shirt and punched me in the cheek and the eye. He dropped me on the ground and walked away."

Jensen's anger could be seen on his face, "A guy punched you?! And you didn't fight back?"

YN yelled, "How could I fight a 6 foot tall quarterback, Dad?! He's huge!"

Jensen sighed and ran a hand down his face, "And you didn't tell Danneel?"

YN shook her head, "She has enough on her plate with the twins and JJ. I don't need to worry her about my problems. I'm 16, I can handle myself."

Jensen sighed, "Well sometimes we need people to help us. You could've told Danneel. Or called me. And we would've helped."

YN sighed, "I know. I just don't like to bug you guys with my problems."

"YN, baby, you have never bothered us with your problems. I just don't like seeing you down like this." Jensen had tears in his eyes.

YN pushed her covers back more and pulled her legs on top of the covers. Jensen stood up from the edge of the bed and walked over to YN. He sat next to her and pulled her into his lap. She laid her head on his chest and sighed.

YN always felt comfort with her dad. No matter the situation, no matter what was going on in her life, Jensen could make it better by just being there for her. A hug, a phone call, even a text asking about her day.

Jensen hugged her tightly, "Do you want me to do anything? Talk to the principal maybe?"

YN shook her head, "You getting involved will only make things worse."

Jensen looked down at his daughter, "Can I do anything to help?"

YN sighed and smiled into Jensen's shirt, "You already are, Dad."

Jensen smiled, "Good."

YN looked up to Jensen, "Dad, can you stay here tonight? I know you just got home from filming and you probably would rather go to your own bed, but-"

"YN, I would love nothing more. Scoot over."

YN moved to her side of the bed and got under the covers. Jensen got up and shut her bedroom door so the room was dark again. When he got back to YN, she had already rolled over and sighed into her pillow.

Jensen crawled in YN's bed next to her. She rolled back over and laid her head on his chest again. Jensen wrapped an arm around YN's shoulder and held her close.

Jensen kissed the top of her head, whispering, "I love you."

YN sleepily replied, "I love you too."

When YN was almost asleep, Jensen whispered, "Can I at least have his name? Just for possible legal purposes."

YN chuckled, "No, Dad. Go to sleep."

"Maybe I could just send Jared to your school and-"

"Goodnight, Dad."

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